When Lu Sheng returned home, he found the house deserted. Nobody else was there. Zhuo Siqing sat alone on the couch, puffing on his cigarette. This did not seem to be his first cigarette.
Even when Lu Sheng closed the door, he ignored the sound.
"You seemed to be burning with anxiety when you called me. What's the matter?" Lu Sheng walked up to the couch and sat down.
Zhuo Siqing glanced at him.
"It's nothing. I missed you, that is all."
"Hehe, I'll be leaving, then," Lu Sheng said. He felt speechless.
"You don't have to know too much about this matter for now. I'll take care of it. You should work hard in your university studies," Zhuo Siqing added.
"Mm-hm, I know. The Marine University recruited a huge batch of students again. The numbers are almost twice compared to last year. That's how universities are these days. They're not as valuable as you thought," Lu Sheng remarked casually.
