After Yang Hao had spent two days settling everything in Hucheng,
when he showed up again,
he was already back at his home in Jiangcheng.
But Yang Hao's home wasn't just his alone.
Inside, two figures were glaring at each other intently.
If there were special effects, you'd definitely see tiny sparks of lightning clashing in their eyes.
"I mean..."
"You two have been glaring at each other for almost half an hour now."
"Don't your eyes feel sore?"
Sitting on the sofa, Yang Hao, with a headache, watched the two of them.
Who could have imagined,
just a few days ago,
these two college classmates were still entering and exiting together.
And now, they were like sworn enemies.
"Uncle... whether my eyes are sore depends completely on you!"
Lying on the sofa, swinging her legs, and eating an apple, Lin Momo seemed like Yang Hao's natural nemesis,
constantly stabbing at Yang Hao.
