Chu Ji felt that this was too offensive to his brother Yan.
But it was just so apt.
As he watched Yan Qingzhui leave, Chu Ji muttered, "Fu Feng, I really think Mr. Xu will be even angrier."
Fu Feng: "Isn't he your Shulou?"
"Trying to adapt in advance, he must really want to scold me." Chu Ji shrugged, "Actually, I think His Highness's new hairstyle looks quite nice."
Fu Feng: "Perhaps, it's not the hair that looks good, but His Highness."
The two exchanged glances, silently agreeing.
On the other side, after knocking on the door, Yan Qingzhui heard a muffled voice, "I'm sleeping, I don't want to open the door."
Yan Qingzhui responded with a grunt.
However, he did not leave, but instead waited outside the door.
Soon, he heard footsteps, followed by the door being opened.
"Cousin."
He rubbed the top of his head.
Xu Shulou was a bit embarrassed, and turned his face to the side, "I've already grown up, there's no need to comfort me."
