Lei Zhen glared at Mianmian.
Mianmian, surprised by Lei Zhen's sudden fierceness, didn't know the reason and turned to ask Situ Zha, "Why is he glaring at me?"
As an outsider, Situ Zha thought for a moment and then understood why.
He said loudly, "Maybe he's too sensitive, and thinks you're staring at him because you dislike the scar on his face."
Lei Zhen didn't expect his own thoughts to be directly exposed by another child and pursed his lips, glaring at Situ Zha as well.
Situ Zha lifted his hand, leaned back, and tilted the front legs of his chair up as if sitting in a lounge chair, swaying his body and saying with a chuckle, "Oh man, isn't that funny? Now he thinks I'm being nosy. Alright, alright, I won't interfere in your matters then, young master."
It had been a long time since Situ Zha referred to himself as 'young master,' and this carefree attitude was also something Mianmian hadn't seen in a while.
