Xing Bi stared at him, wide-eyed. She then looked around the whole dilapidated house once again but this time with the perspective that it belonged to Hou Lin.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
Her immediate reaction was to feel ashamed and embarrassed. "I am sorry for talking so rudely."
"Doesn't matter," Hou Lin said expressionlessly, "We don't live together anyway."
"Oh are they in a different city?"
"They are in Beijing. But we don't live together anymore."
Her face was such an open book of curiosity that Hou Lin understood she wanted to know more but was trying hard to contain it.
"I left home when I was eighteen."
Her lips parted in surprise as this was quite unexpected. "Oh. Was it a rebellious phase? Or was there a fight?"
"No. Yahui told me to leave home. So I left."
Xing Bi almost slipped from the couch, her jaw dropped. "Huh? How come Zhan Yahui is suddenly in the picture?"
