He Linze seemed to be in a much better state of mind than the last time they'd met.
Probably plotting some new ways to torment him.
He Zhiyao pulled up a chair and sat down in the middle of the hall.
Then, he fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook one out and put it in his mouth, lighting it.
The spot he chose to sit was just perfect; all he had to do was look up slightly to meet He Linze's eyes.
Not so strenuous.
"Go ahead, what's the big idea dragging me here, to leave a will or a last word?"
He Zhiyao flicked the cigarette ash, asking nonchalantly.
He Linze leaned against the railing, chuckling softly,
"The He family was already given to you, but you didn't want it, so probably no inheritance."
He Zhiyao "tsked" and didn't respond.
As if waiting for He Linze's last words.
"You dared to come, which must mean you're over it, ready to face what happened back then," He Linze suddenly said.
"So, you did it on purpose, didn't you?" He Zhiyao asked.
