Xuxu asked, "So where are we going?"
"Let's go back and sleep." Yan Rusheng placed his hands behind his head and propped both legs on the coffee table.
Lu Yinan had his hands in his pockets as he casually strolled in. He threw Yan Rusheng a disdainful look and quipped, "The truth is, you don't want to be with us."
"You're absolutely right." Yan Rusheng glanced at Lu Yinan before continuing. "You better know what you should do and stop that hooligan from following us."
Lu Yinan bent to sit next to Yan Rusheng as he maintained a disdainful expression. "Yan Rusheng, you have known Wen Xuxu for over twenty years—ever since you were in your split pants. Haven't you had enough of it?"
They were stuck together every day, wasn't it boring to see each other every day?
Yan Rusheng glanced at him and sneered coldly. "I don't wear split pants when I was four. You should refer to yourself."
