Lan Xiyu lowered his head with a smile, "If you don't want to live with me, that's okay, I can just live next door. You can call me for anything."
"Next door? Young Master Lan, why put yourself through such trouble? I can take care of myself; you don't need to go to such lengths."
How could the rented apartment ever compare to the Lan Family's villa?
"Difficult?" Lan Xiyu's eyes narrowed slightly, like the deep, understated sea, "But I feel, in my heart, very happy."
Rong Shengsheng was baffled once more, happy??
Was Lan Xiyu all right?
How could he find happiness in taking care of someone?
Logically, a privileged man like him, who never had to lift a finger, was only ever looked after by others. How could it be his turn to take care of someone else?
Could it be that he enjoyed it??
But when he was at the Lan family's, she never saw him take care of anyone.
Really strange....
Since Lan Xiyu had put it that way, she couldn't find any other excuse.
