Song Qinghuan also glared at him coldly, "You come to my house and keep making sarcastic remarks, do you believe I'll sweep you out with a broom..."
Si Chen stuffed a piece of fried dough stick into his mouth, and while chewing, he said, "Go get the broom."
His attitude made it clear he was not afraid at all.
Song Qinghuan was truly at a loss for words, she just hoped he'd eat up and get lost quickly, but Si Chen played around at her home all day, and in the evening, he even told Song Qinghuan to prepare the guest room because he wasn't going back that day.
Song Qinghuan looked at him with a mischievous smile and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to stay at my place? Could it be because you know Shi Mu is coming to my house?"
Si Chen replied arrogantly, "What's that got to do with him? You didn't tell me he was coming."
Song Qinghuan shrugged, "Now I've told you, right? Shouldn't you take the hint and not stay over?"
