"You're really a wooden block with no feelings at all. Your life is so boring."
Xuxu had reached the landing of the stairs when she glimpsed Mu Li and Yan Weihong sitting on the sofa. They were watching a foreign romantic movie.
When an intimate scene played, Mu Li nudged closer to Yan Weihong and gave him a peck on his cheek. Instantly, Yan Weihong's face turned as red as a cooked crab. As he chided Mu Li, he furtively glanced around as though he was a thief.
Xuxu had half a thought to retreat quietly, but it was already too late for Yan Weihong had already caught sight of her.
His slightly lined face turned scarlet, and he flashed an awkward smile. "Xuxu."
He immediately stood up.
Xuxu pretended that she saw nothing earlier on. "Father."
And she continued descending the steps.
