Levin didn't know what to say.
And so did Noah.
"Have you found a house?" Noah asked Levin.
Levin nodded.
"When will you move out? Will you come back on the weekend?" asked Ferne.
"Tomorrow," Levin said.
"That's good. I'll help you tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll definitely clean up your room," said Ferne, patting his chest.
"Forget it." Levin looked at Ferne doubtfully and said, "If you go, you'll only ask my dad to do it."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" said Ferne, glaring at Levin.
"Go get the soup," Noah said, patting Ferne on his head.
"OK." Ferne went to get the soup, wearing a pair of shoes that didn't fit his feet.
"Did you tell your parents?" Noah asked Levin.
"No, I haven't." Levin put down his teacup. "They don't care about me, and I don't want to tell them."
