"What kind of dirt, let me listen too."
An icy voice tinged with a sneering laugh sounded from above, hauntingly familiar.
In the line of sight, the person slightly leaned forward, gently placed the glass in their hand on the coffee table, and then casually hitched up their trouser legs before sitting down on the adjacent single-person sofa.
Their long legs were crossed, the posture casual yet excessively arrogant.
Lu Sirong was like a cat that had its tail stepped on, her entire body bristled, her breathing quickened, and a strong fear spread over her pale pretty face.
Her hands trembled as she looked over with seven parts fear and three parts hope in her eyes, thinking of that slim possibility.
Resultantly, a fierce yet gentle face appeared before her vision.
Lu Sirong's pupils shrank, her teeth chattered, "Bro-brother, how did you come back so soon?"
