Lan Zewei stopped and asked, "Miss An, where are you going?"
"Going home!"
Eh, is he suffering from amnesia?
"Wait a minute." He pointed to the villa on the east side of the lawn, "Your clothes are dirty, let's go there and change."
Eh, isn't that the host of the banquet?
"Wouldn't I be too much of a bother?" I didn't want to hit a snag, "We're here as guests, it's not convenient to borrow clothes from someone else, right?"
"Borrow some clothes?" He was surprised. Then, he smiled, "An Xia, I think you've misunderstood, this is my house."
Ah?
His home?
My brain couldn't wrap itself around it, "This is your house?"