"Brother Zhi," Wei'er didn't join in the banter and asked, "What's going on?"
Jiang Zhi's rain-soaked hair hadn't dried yet, and he was listless at the moment, lying on the sofa with his peach blossom eyes looking all wilted.
"What do you mean, what's going on?"
Wei'er asked meaningfully, "Zhou Xufang, of course."
Jiang Zhi turned his back, "It's nothing." He ignored everyone else, reached for his phone, and dialed Ah Wan, "Have a few people come over tomorrow and take down the chandelier in the living room."
Ah Wan was quite surprised.
"What's wrong with the light? Are you not satisfied with it?"
Jiang Zhi frowned unhappily, "Stop asking so many questions, just take it down if I tell you to."
Ah Wan, "Oh."
The call hadn't ended yet when there was an abrupt sound.
Jiang Zhi lazily glanced over and then suddenly sat up, "Where did you get that can of milk from?"
