Although Nan Sichen was usually not good at expressing himself, when he did speak up, nobody could outtalk him. He just didn't like to talk, or rather, he disdained communicating with anyone.
Qin Yin sat aside, giggling. Who would have thought a member of the 'Three Young Masters of Jiang City' could be so funny, considering everyone thought they were cold and heartless?
Li Zijia sat on the sofa, huffing and puffing, and asked, "Alright, who are you checking on?"
"Who do you think?" Nan Sichen answered with a nonchalant look at Li Zijia. He pursed his lips, then dryly said, "You, is there a problem with that?"
"What kind of sickness do you think I might have?" Nan Sichen asked coolly.
While opening a box he brought with him, Li Zijia grumbled, "Mental illness."
"Pfft!" Qin Yin, who had just taken a sip of water, sprayed it out laughing. Never had she imagined someone would one day accuse Nan Sichen of having a mental illness, and that he would be at a loss for words.
