Song Di was sitting in the room when Weilan walked in carrying groceries. He was taken aback, too, and asked in astonishment, "Why, why is it you?"
Weilan placed the plastic bag in the kitchen, washed her hands, and came out to sit in front of Song Di. She looked at him with cold eyes full of contempt. "Why can't it be me? Hand over the keys. I'm going to be living here from now on."
"You're living here?" Song Di was somewhat unable to accept it. "You're living here? On what grounds? Where's the chubby girl?"
"Gone," Weilan didn't try to conceal it. "She went abroad to study."
It struck him like a bolt from the blue.
Song Di's mouth hung open, he was utterly stunned for a long time before he could respond, "When did this happen? Are you lying? How could she just leave like that?"
"Why couldn't she leave? I don't have time to lie to you. Do you think you're worth deceiving?" Weilan shot back coldly.
