Lu Yebai had just taken a shower, still slightly damp. He was in a bathrobe, with droplets of water rolling down his long neck from his hair and disappearing into the robe.
Seeing her, his deep-black pupils flashed with surprise. In just one day, he had noticeably grown colder. He asked her indifferently, "What brings you here, Miss Meng?"
Meng Xi'er gripped her fingers and forced a smile, "Can we talk, Mr. Lu?"
Lu Yebai didn't open the door any further. He stood at the entrance, lifted his chin slightly, and a ironic smile formed on his face, "Why should I open the door for a woman who slapped me?"
Meng Xi'er clenched her fingers. If she could, she would never come here again in her life, nor would she ever want to see this man again.
However, right now, he was the only one who could save Meng Zichen.
This world is so absurd and ridiculous. It's like a comedy, playing her mercilessly.
She couldn't leave, no matter what Lu Yebai said tonight, she couldn't leave.
