"Why should I be embarrassed?" Weilan said coldly, "Why should I be polite to those who come uninvited and refuse to leave? I want to rest now, so you should go."
"I'm not leaving, not leaving, I'm not going anywhere!" He repeated it three times, like a child.
Weilan turned around and went upstairs.
Zhuang Yuezhou said, "If you leave, I'll eat all the steamed buns you made for your dead man."
Weilan paused, her elegant eyebrows twisted, "If you're not afraid of bursting, then eat them all."
Without looking back, she left.
Zhuang Yuezhou sat at the dining table, put down his chopsticks, poured himself a cup of tea, and sat down on the couch, crossing his legs in a cool pose.
Weilan, once upstairs, entered the study and turned on the surveillance, only to see Zhuang Yuezhou sitting on the couch.
Weilan could never understand this man, whose wiles were hidden behind a facade of jesting.
He was not the same kind of person as Lu Hechen.
