Li Zhe stood up and slowly approached Meng Yu, his eyes fixed on him, and his voice a little bewitching. He asked gently, "Why do you think I rushed over here?"
Meng Yu gently pushed Li Zhe away from him and lowered his head to avoid Li Zhe's gaze. He feigned calmness and said, "Of course it's due to your concern and worry for your uncle."
Li Zhe looked at Meng Yu, who was avoiding him, and sighed helplessly. He then stood up and replied, "You're always like this, hiding from me like you're hiding from a monster. Tell me, how long have you been in Rong City? How long have we not seen each other? You clearly know that I'm here to see you, yet you're saying something else to anger me."
Meng Yu sat up straight and regained his warm and smiling appearance, pouring a cup of tea for the travel-worn Li Zhe.
Li Zhe looked at the distant Meng Yu and felt angry. He plonked on the sofa and huffed, "Boring!"
