Yun Yuwan looked at him in shock, "Ah?"
She met Wen Yangzhi's calm, even still indifferent, face.
Wen Yangzhi's thin lips parted, "What? The antique clock isn't broken?"
Seeing him say such a thing with a completely indifferent and serious expression, Yun Yuwan felt a bit broken.
She tittered, "Brother, your mouth doesn't seem to be as tough anymore."
But she felt awkward, "But you don't need to be like this, so stiff."
He ignored her, looked down at the parts, twisted open the top cover of the antique clock, and glanced at the butler, "Bring the toolbox over."
The butler hurried to fetch it, unintentionally aware he had been sent away.
Wen Yangzhi disassembled the removable parts by hand, and opened the back door of the antique clock:
"Brother teases you, you complain about brother being harsh, but isn't it good for a man to be tough?"
Yun Yuwan shrank her shoulders, and uttered a sound of surprise, "I don't want to talk to you anymore, your words are too suggestive."
