Le Yu stepped halfway out and tripped on the stairs, nearly falling face-first into the dirt.
"Wen Wen Wen, Mr. Wen!"
Wen Yanqing replied indifferently, "Congratulations, you got it right."
"No no no, Mr. Wen, listen to my explanation!" Le Yu's scalp exploded, "I didn't mean it like that!"
Wen Yanqing continued to smile, "Mm, I'm listening, so what did you mean?"
"Really, there was nothing! I just purely wanted to hang out with Gantang, and I was worried you wouldn't let her go out because it's all men here, so I planned to hide it from you," Le Yu hastily explained.
Wen Yanqing said, "All men."
The more he tried to explain, the worse it sounded, and Le Yu was on the verge of crying out.
What should he say? He felt like every time he opened his mouth, he dug himself into a hole, burying himself with his own hands.
Le Yu was on the brink of a breakdown, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you! Mr. Wen, I wish you a pleasant evening!"
