"Commander, tell me, what food does Zhilan like or dislike? I must make a dish for her that she loves for lunch tomorrow!" Kang Xing, with his legs crossed on his bed, spoke in a somewhat loud and anxious voice.
Without waiting for He Teng to reply, he continued, "Zhilan must be scared staying alone at the guest house, right?"
"Kang Xing." He Teng was getting a bit impatient. "If you're not going to sleep, go for a few runs downstairs until you're tired and ready to sleep."
On the other hand, Niu Rang had chuckled at this and rolled over, completely ignoring the deflated-looking Kang Xing.
Kang Xing pouted, understanding that He Teng was essentially ignoring him. Hence, his resentment towards He Teng grew a little more, as did his sympathy for He Zhilan, He Teng's ex-wife.
