“Don’t like Zheng Yi?” Fu Yan pressed down on Jiang Xinghuai’s head and gave it a shake.
“Nope.” Jiang Xinghuai shrugged, bent down, and slipped out from under Fu Yan’s arm.
The room wasn’t big—just a bunk bed and a desk.
“Top or bottom bunk?” Fu Yan put their backpacks on the desk.
“Top.” Jiang Xinghuai pushed open the bathroom door, took a quick look around, and then came back out. “Pretty good.”
“What’s pretty good?” Fu Yan stood in place, watching him sniff around like a little dog, finding it funny.
“Everything’s pretty good.” Jiang Xinghuai flopped onto the bed face-up, rolled around a bit, then commented, “The bed’s a little hard, pokes at the bones.”
“You’re too skinny.” Fu Yan finished organizing their things, turned to look, and froze.
Jiang Xinghuai had stretched his arms overhead. The hem of his hoodie had ridden up, exposing a long stretch of his waist.
“Being fatter would give more resistance if I had to jump off a building.” Jiang Xinghuai rolled on the bed again.
Fu Yan bent down and tugged his shirt down. “This one’s too short. Don’t wear it again.”
“Too short?” Jiang Xinghuai sat up, puzzled, tugged at the shirt, then suddenly thought of something. His mood lifted, and he stretched out his legs for Fu Yan to see. “I’m still growing, look how long these legs are. Of course, the shirt’s short. I can’t stay 175 forever.”
“175 isn’t short.” Fu Yan smiled.
“If it isn’t short, why are you laughing?” Jiang Xinghuai rolled his eyes, thought about it, but couldn’t resist asking, “Were you really taller than me back in middle school?”
Fu Yan just smiled, watching him, not answering.
“Alright, I get it.” Jiang Xinghuai closed his eyes and lay back down.
After resting for a bit, the two of them tidied up the room together.
Fu Yan swept and mopped, cleaning the place.
Jiang Xinghuai took charge of arranging things.
But there really wasn’t much to arrange. Aside from food, their backpacks only had clothes inside.
There weren’t many clothes either. Jiang Xinghuai quickly hung them up and put them into the wardrobe.
The small wardrobe looked neatly divided: one side filled with crisp suits and shirts, the other with casual loose T-shirts and ripped jeans.
Jiang Xinghuai frowned, clearly dissatisfied. After a moment’s thought, he grabbed his own clothes and shoved them over to Fu Yan’s side.
Now he was satisfied.
Just as the room was finished, a knock came at the door, followed by Zheng Yi’s voice: “Fu Yan, time to eat.”
“When we go out, don’t call him Auntie Zheng,” Fu Yan reminded Jiang Xinghuai quietly.
“Got it——” Jiang Xinghuai buried himself into the square tofu quilt, drawing out the words in a long, lazy tone.
If Zheng Yi hadn’t kept insisting not to be called “Uncle”, he wouldn’t have called him “Auntie”.
“Get up.” Fu Yan laughed as he pulled him up.
The cafeteria was quite a walk from their building. The path was a straight road lined on both sides with tall, flourishing poplar trees.
By now, there weren’t many people on the road. Probably, everyone had already gone to the cafeteria.
Zheng Yi and Fu Yan had started talking about things he couldn’t understand again.
Jiang Xinghuai had been walking beside Fu Yan at first, but after a while, he simply fell a few steps behind.
Zheng Yi had taken off the white lab coat he wore over his suit, so now the two of them were both in fitted suits—clearly the same kind of people.
Standing next to them, he looked completely out of place.
And on top of that, he couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying, which just made him feel like an idiot.
Also, did Zheng Yi really have to stand that close while talking? Their arms were practically touching.
Hey hey! What’s going on here! If you’re talking business, then talk business. Why suddenly smile like that?
Jiang Xinghuai rolled his eyes twice, but still held back from squeezing in between them. He had to be clear about what was more important and what wasn’t.
When it came to serious matters, he couldn’t interrupt.
If it were before, he would have—
“Kitty, kitty, come down…”
“Xiao Ran, the tree’s too tall. Let’s go find Daddy up ahead.”
“No, I’ll wait for Kitty.”
Jiang Xinghuai turned his head and saw a mother and daughter standing under a tree, both looking upward.
He followed their gaze. A tiny yellow kitten was trembling on a branch, crouched and stuck, unable to climb higher or get back down.
The poplar’s trunk was tall and straight. He couldn’t imagine how such a small cat had even managed to get up there.
Up ahead, Zheng Yi and Fu Yan also stopped walking.
“That’s Academician Qian’s daughter,” Zheng Yi frowned. “The soldiers are probably all in the cafeteria keeping order right now. Wait, I’ll go call someone—”
“Call Little Flying Man, then.” Jiang Xinghuai rolled up his sleeves and walked over.
“What?” Zheng Yi was stunned.
Jiang Xinghuai stopped a few steps away from the tree and waved for the mother and daughter to step aside.
“Be careful,” Fu Yan also walked up, tilting his head back to gauge the tree’s height.
“No problem.” Jiang Xinghuai took a step back, bent down, and with a whoosh burst forward in a sprint.
Short-distance bursts were his specialty. He pushed off the ground, grabbed a branch for leverage, and his whole body shot several meters upward. With a few swift maneuvers, he was up in the tree in less than a second.
Zheng Yi let out a gasp of amazement.
“Come here.” Jiang Xinghuai stretched out his hand toward the tiny kitten clinging to the tip of a branch.
The kitten mewed nonstop, but refused to crawl toward him.
The poplar’s branches were sparse and thin. There was no way he could reach the side where the kitten was crouched. If he tried, the branch would snap.
He called again, but the kitten just kept meowing and meowing, refusing to budge.
Irritated, Jiang Xinghuai prepared to crawl forward a bit more.
“Jiang Xinghuai! You can’t go any further!” Fu Yan shouted from below.
Jiang Xinghuai let out a sigh and stopped moving.
The little kitten was still meowing away.
“Meow, your damn uncle! Come over if you want, if not, then forget it!” Jiang Xinghuai yelled in frustration.
The kitten suddenly quieted down, froze for a moment, and then slowly inched its way toward him. Whether it understood him or just got scared, who knew.
Jiang Xinghuai immediately hooked his arm around the kitten’s soft little body, scooped it into his arms, and leapt down from the tree.
“Quick, thank the big brother.” The woman smiled, nudging her little girl.
“Thank you, big brother,” the girl piped up in a milky voice.
“What are you thanking me for? Just hold onto it properly,” Jiang Xinghuai handed the kitten over. “Don’t lose it again. Not every time someone will be there to pick it back up.”
“Mm.” The little girl answered seriously.
The moment Jiang Xinghuai turned away, his scowling face flipped instantly into a smug grin, his whole expression shouting Hurry up and praise me.
“So amazing,” Fu Yan was quick to flatter him.
“Of course, I’m amazing.” Jiang Xinghuai tilted his chin up.
“You really are,” Zheng Yi added with a smile. “You scared me just now. You went up all at once.”
Hearing that, Jiang Xinghuai grew even more smug, sweeping away the frustration from earlier when he couldn’t understand their talk. He waved his hand modestly, “No, no, it wasn’t that amazing.”
Fu Yan couldn’t help but laugh. He figured if Jiang Xinghuai had a tail, it would be spinning like a helicopter blade right now.
“This is nothing. The time I jumped off the rooftop was way cooler.” Jiang Xinghuai began bragging to Zheng Yi.
“I think this time it’s even more impressive.” Fu Yan frowned, trying to look serious. “Such a tall tree.”
“Not too bad, not that tall. I’ve climbed taller ones before.” Jiang Xinghuai was floating on air from the compliment.
Fu Yan was about to ask him what he had climbed when he opened his mouth and coughed a few times.
“You caught a cold?” Zheng Yi asked.
“I had a cold before, and it hasn’t completely gone away.” Fu Yan coughed two more times.
“Are you not feeling well?” Jiang Xinghuai frowned at him, then reached out to touch his forehead. “Why are you coughing again?”
“It’s nothing. I just need to take some medicine when we get back.” Fu Yan comforted him. “Don’t worry.”
“But the medicine is in the car.” Jiang Xinghuai stopped in his tracks, a little anxious. “Lei Pengtao drove our car away, and he hasn’t returned it yet. What should we do? Can we buy medicine here?”
“The things in your car need to be inspected. You won’t be able to claim them until tomorrow,” Zheng Yi explained, then turned to Fu Yan. “I have cold medicine in my office. After dinner, you can come with me to get it. I also have a few things to talk to you about.”
“Okay.” Fu Yan nodded.
Okay… but isn’t it fine to just drink more hot water for a cold?
Jiang Xinghuai’s fickle mind changed again. He continued staring at the back of Fu Yan’s head, then glared at Zheng Yi.
And what exactly does he have to talk about at this hour?
Jiang Xinghuai felt unwell. He had no appetite for dinner, and even less so after finishing it.
The sky had started to darken. Jiang Xinghuai walked along, kicking small stones along the path.
He kept kicking until he was outside the building.
“Then you go up first. You still remember where the room is, right?” Fu Yan asked, looking down at him.
“Mm.” Jiang Xinghuai nodded.
“Take a shower when you get back. I should be done by the time you finish,” Fu Yan said, then felt uneasy. “Actually, forget it. I’ll send you up first.”
“No need.” Jiang Xinghuai crushed a stone under his foot and turned to leave, not looking back even once.
He moved fast, racing up to the fourth floor without pausing for a breath, stiff-necked until he reached the door of his room.
With a move from the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, he pushed the door open, then slammed it again with a Tai Chi strike.
Even then, his anger hadn’t fully dissipated.
To vent this inexplicable rage, Jiang Xinghuai grabbed the railing of the upper bunk and did dozens of pull-ups in a row.
No, why does he have to say this stuff at night—and just to me?
Maybe it’s about research.
Then why not say it tomorrow morning?
Maybe it’s urgent.
Then why not during dinner?
Exactly. There’s clearly plenty of time to say it, so why must Zheng Yi talk to Fu Yan at night?
There’s a problem—definitely a problem. There’s a problem!
Jiang Xinghuai, panting, stopped his frantic pull-ups. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and collapsed onto Fu Yan’s bed.
He rolled around, grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe, and ran off to take a shower.
Fu Yan had said he’d be back after his shower. Jiang Xinghuai had to hurry, finish quickly, and then properly ask Fu Yan what exactly he had said to Zheng Yi.
After showering, Jiang Xinghuai slipped out of the bathroom, but Fu Yan hadn’t returned.
“Liar,” Jiang Xinghuai muttered under his breath, then glanced at the time. It was already seven-thirty.
He rolled around again on Fu Yan’s bed, tossing it into a mess before finally climbing up to the top bunk.
From the top bunk, he could see the room’s door clearly. He propped his chin on his hands, eyes fixed without blinking.
Fu Yan didn’t come out of Zheng Yi’s office until nine o’clock.
By the time he returned to the dorm room, it was already past nine. The lights were still on, apparently left on deliberately for him.
He carefully pushed the door open and slowly walked to the bedside, looking up at the top bunk.
Jiang Xinghuai was lying asleep, face pressed against the pillow. The way he slept with his eyes closed made him look even more innocent and very well-behaved.
But the blanket had slipped halfway off, covering only his legs. Jiang Xinghuai was wearing just his underwear, with Spider-Man printed on it.
Fu Yan smiled, stepped up the ladder, and gently pulled the blanket over him.
Jiang Xinghuai rubbed his cheek against the pillow, his eyelashes fluttering, but didn’t wake.
Fu Yan felt his heart soften, like it was made of marshmallow. He couldn’t resist reaching out to touch his face.
“Uncle,” Jiang Xinghuai spoke.
“Mm.” Fu Yan quickly withdrew his hand. “You’re awake.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” Jiang Xinghuai said, opening his eyes.
Fu Yan looked at Jiang Xinghuai’s sharply defined eyes and felt the fingers he had withdrawn to his side start to tingle. He opened his palm, then clenched it repeatedly a few times before speaking: “It’s late. Go to bed early.”
“Why are you only back now? It’s already past nine.” Jiang Xinghuai said.
“Just talked over some things with Zheng Yi,” Fu Yan replied simply.
Jiang Xinghuai watched him silently, then suddenly sat up, the blanket slipping off.
Fu Yan looked away.
“Uncle, does he still like you?” Jiang Xinghuai asked abruptly.
Fu Yan was momentarily stunned but quickly realized that the “he” Jiang Xinghuai meant was Zheng Yi.
“Do you like him?” Jiang Xinghuai asked again without waiting for an answer.
“No.” Fu Yan answered quickly this time.
Jiang Xinghuai bit his lip, his voice dropping lower: “Then who do you like?”
Fu Yan, who do you like! Tell me loudly!
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Thanks to the little angel who sent the [Rocket Launcher]: Mo 1.
“Don’t like Zheng Yi?” Fu Yan pressed down on Jiang Xinghuai’s head and gave it a shake.
“Nope.” Jiang Xinghuai shrugged, bent down, and slipped out from under Fu Yan’s arm.
The room wasn’t big—just a bunk bed and a desk.
“Top or bottom bunk?” Fu Yan put their backpacks on the desk.
“Top.” Jiang Xinghuai pushed open the bathroom door, took a quick look around, and then came back out. “Pretty good.”
“What’s pretty good?” Fu Yan stood in place, watching him sniff around like a little dog, finding it funny.
“Everything’s pretty good.” Jiang Xinghuai flopped onto the bed face-up, rolled around a bit, then commented, “The bed’s a little hard, pokes at the bones.”
“You’re too skinny.” Fu Yan finished organizing their things, turned to look, and froze.
Jiang Xinghuai had stretched his arms overhead. The hem of his hoodie had ridden up, exposing a long stretch of his waist.
“Being fatter would give more resistance if I had to jump off a building.” Jiang Xinghuai rolled on the bed again.
Fu Yan bent down and tugged his shirt down. “This one’s too short. Don’t wear it again.”
“Too short?” Jiang Xinghuai sat up, puzzled, tugged at the shirt, then suddenly thought of something. His mood lifted, and he stretched out his legs for Fu Yan to see. “I’m still growing, look how long these legs are. Of course, the shirt’s short. I can’t stay 175 forever.”
“175 isn’t short.” Fu Yan smiled.
“If it isn’t short, why are you laughing?” Jiang Xinghuai rolled his eyes, thought about it, but couldn’t resist asking, “Were you really taller than me back in middle school?”
Fu Yan just smiled, watching him, not answering.
“Alright, I get it.” Jiang Xinghuai closed his eyes and lay back down.
After resting for a bit, the two of them tidied up the room together.
Fu Yan swept and mopped, cleaning the place.
Jiang Xinghuai took charge of arranging things.
But there really wasn’t much to arrange. Aside from food, their backpacks only had clothes inside.
There weren’t many clothes either. Jiang Xinghuai quickly hung them up and put them into the wardrobe.
The small wardrobe looked neatly divided: one side filled with crisp suits and shirts, the other with casual loose T-shirts and ripped jeans.
Jiang Xinghuai frowned, clearly dissatisfied. After a moment’s thought, he grabbed his own clothes and shoved them over to Fu Yan’s side.
Now he was satisfied.
Just as the room was finished, a knock came at the door, followed by Zheng Yi’s voice: “Fu Yan, time to eat.”
“When we go out, don’t call him Auntie Zheng,” Fu Yan reminded Jiang Xinghuai quietly.
“Got it——” Jiang Xinghuai buried himself into the square tofu quilt, drawing out the words in a long, lazy tone.
If Zheng Yi hadn’t kept insisting not to be called “Uncle”, he wouldn’t have called him “Auntie”.
“Get up.” Fu Yan laughed as he pulled him up.
The cafeteria was quite a walk from their building. The path was a straight road lined on both sides with tall, flourishing poplar trees.
By now, there weren’t many people on the road. Probably, everyone had already gone to the cafeteria.
Zheng Yi and Fu Yan had started talking about things he couldn’t understand again.
Jiang Xinghuai had been walking beside Fu Yan at first, but after a while, he simply fell a few steps behind.
Zheng Yi had taken off the white lab coat he wore over his suit, so now the two of them were both in fitted suits—clearly the same kind of people.
Standing next to them, he looked completely out of place.
And on top of that, he couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying, which just made him feel like an idiot.
Also, did Zheng Yi really have to stand that close while talking? Their arms were practically touching.
Hey hey! What’s going on here! If you’re talking business, then talk business. Why suddenly smile like that?
Jiang Xinghuai rolled his eyes twice, but still held back from squeezing in between them. He had to be clear about what was more important and what wasn’t.
When it came to serious matters, he couldn’t interrupt.
If it were before, he would have—
“Kitty, kitty, come down…”
“Xiao Ran, the tree’s too tall. Let’s go find Daddy up ahead.”
“No, I’ll wait for Kitty.”
Jiang Xinghuai turned his head and saw a mother and daughter standing under a tree, both looking upward.
He followed their gaze. A tiny yellow kitten was trembling on a branch, crouched and stuck, unable to climb higher or get back down.
The poplar’s trunk was tall and straight. He couldn’t imagine how such a small cat had even managed to get up there.
Up ahead, Zheng Yi and Fu Yan also stopped walking.
“That’s Academician Qian’s daughter,” Zheng Yi frowned. “The soldiers are probably all in the cafeteria keeping order right now. Wait, I’ll go call someone—”
“Call Little Flying Man, then.” Jiang Xinghuai rolled up his sleeves and walked over.
“What?” Zheng Yi was stunned.
Jiang Xinghuai stopped a few steps away from the tree and waved for the mother and daughter to step aside.
“Be careful,” Fu Yan also walked up, tilting his head back to gauge the tree’s height.
“No problem.” Jiang Xinghuai took a step back, bent down, and with a whoosh burst forward in a sprint.
Short-distance bursts were his specialty. He pushed off the ground, grabbed a branch for leverage, and his whole body shot several meters upward. With a few swift maneuvers, he was up in the tree in less than a second.
Zheng Yi let out a gasp of amazement.
“Come here.” Jiang Xinghuai stretched out his hand toward the tiny kitten clinging to the tip of a branch.
The kitten mewed nonstop, but refused to crawl toward him.
The poplar’s branches were sparse and thin. There was no way he could reach the side where the kitten was crouched. If he tried, the branch would snap.
He called again, but the kitten just kept meowing and meowing, refusing to budge.
Irritated, Jiang Xinghuai prepared to crawl forward a bit more.
“Jiang Xinghuai! You can’t go any further!” Fu Yan shouted from below.
Jiang Xinghuai let out a sigh and stopped moving.
The little kitten was still meowing away.
“Meow, your damn uncle! Come over if you want, if not, then forget it!” Jiang Xinghuai yelled in frustration.
The kitten suddenly quieted down, froze for a moment, and then slowly inched its way toward him. Whether it understood him or just got scared, who knew.
Jiang Xinghuai immediately hooked his arm around the kitten’s soft little body, scooped it into his arms, and leapt down from the tree.
“Quick, thank the big brother.” The woman smiled, nudging her little girl.
“Thank you, big brother,” the girl piped up in a milky voice.
“What are you thanking me for? Just hold onto it properly,” Jiang Xinghuai handed the kitten over. “Don’t lose it again. Not every time someone will be there to pick it back up.”
“Mm.” The little girl answered seriously.
The moment Jiang Xinghuai turned away, his scowling face flipped instantly into a smug grin, his whole expression shouting Hurry up and praise me.
“So amazing,” Fu Yan was quick to flatter him.
“Of course, I’m amazing.” Jiang Xinghuai tilted his chin up.
“You really are,” Zheng Yi added with a smile. “You scared me just now. You went up all at once.”
Hearing that, Jiang Xinghuai grew even more smug, sweeping away the frustration from earlier when he couldn’t understand their talk. He waved his hand modestly, “No, no, it wasn’t that amazing.”
Fu Yan couldn’t help but laugh. He figured if Jiang Xinghuai had a tail, it would be spinning like a helicopter blade right now.
“This is nothing. The time I jumped off the rooftop was way cooler.” Jiang Xinghuai began bragging to Zheng Yi.
“I think this time it’s even more impressive.” Fu Yan frowned, trying to look serious. “Such a tall tree.”
“Not too bad, not that tall. I’ve climbed taller ones before.” Jiang Xinghuai was floating on air from the compliment.
Fu Yan was about to ask him what he had climbed when he opened his mouth and coughed a few times.
“You caught a cold?” Zheng Yi asked.
“I had a cold before, and it hasn’t completely gone away.” Fu Yan coughed two more times.
“Are you not feeling well?” Jiang Xinghuai frowned at him, then reached out to touch his forehead. “Why are you coughing again?”
“It’s nothing. I just need to take some medicine when we get back.” Fu Yan comforted him. “Don’t worry.”
“But the medicine is in the car.” Jiang Xinghuai stopped in his tracks, a little anxious. “Lei Pengtao drove our car away, and he hasn’t returned it yet. What should we do? Can we buy medicine here?”
“The things in your car need to be inspected. You won’t be able to claim them until tomorrow,” Zheng Yi explained, then turned to Fu Yan. “I have cold medicine in my office. After dinner, you can come with me to get it. I also have a few things to talk to you about.”
“Okay.” Fu Yan nodded.
Okay… but isn’t it fine to just drink more hot water for a cold?
Jiang Xinghuai’s fickle mind changed again. He continued staring at the back of Fu Yan’s head, then glared at Zheng Yi.
And what exactly does he have to talk about at this hour?
Jiang Xinghuai felt unwell. He had no appetite for dinner, and even less so after finishing it.
The sky had started to darken. Jiang Xinghuai walked along, kicking small stones along the path.
He kept kicking until he was outside the building.
“Then you go up first. You still remember where the room is, right?” Fu Yan asked, looking down at him.
“Mm.” Jiang Xinghuai nodded.
“Take a shower when you get back. I should be done by the time you finish,” Fu Yan said, then felt uneasy. “Actually, forget it. I’ll send you up first.”
“No need.” Jiang Xinghuai crushed a stone under his foot and turned to leave, not looking back even once.
He moved fast, racing up to the fourth floor without pausing for a breath, stiff-necked until he reached the door of his room.
With a move from the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, he pushed the door open, then slammed it again with a Tai Chi strike.
Even then, his anger hadn’t fully dissipated.
To vent this inexplicable rage, Jiang Xinghuai grabbed the railing of the upper bunk and did dozens of pull-ups in a row.
No, why does he have to say this stuff at night—and just to me?
Maybe it’s about research.
Then why not say it tomorrow morning?
Maybe it’s urgent.
Then why not during dinner?
Exactly. There’s clearly plenty of time to say it, so why must Zheng Yi talk to Fu Yan at night?
There’s a problem—definitely a problem. There’s a problem!
Jiang Xinghuai, panting, stopped his frantic pull-ups. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and collapsed onto Fu Yan’s bed.
He rolled around, grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe, and ran off to take a shower.
Fu Yan had said he’d be back after his shower. Jiang Xinghuai had to hurry, finish quickly, and then properly ask Fu Yan what exactly he had said to Zheng Yi.
After showering, Jiang Xinghuai slipped out of the bathroom, but Fu Yan hadn’t returned.
“Liar,” Jiang Xinghuai muttered under his breath, then glanced at the time. It was already seven-thirty.
He rolled around again on Fu Yan’s bed, tossing it into a mess before finally climbing up to the top bunk.
From the top bunk, he could see the room’s door clearly. He propped his chin on his hands, eyes fixed without blinking.
Fu Yan didn’t come out of Zheng Yi’s office until nine o’clock.
By the time he returned to the dorm room, it was already past nine. The lights were still on, apparently left on deliberately for him.
He carefully pushed the door open and slowly walked to the bedside, looking up at the top bunk.
Jiang Xinghuai was lying asleep, face pressed against the pillow. The way he slept with his eyes closed made him look even more innocent and very well-behaved.
But the blanket had slipped halfway off, covering only his legs. Jiang Xinghuai was wearing just his underwear, with Spider-Man printed on it.
Fu Yan smiled, stepped up the ladder, and gently pulled the blanket over him.
Jiang Xinghuai rubbed his cheek against the pillow, his eyelashes fluttering, but didn’t wake.
Fu Yan felt his heart soften, like it was made of marshmallow. He couldn’t resist reaching out to touch his face.
“Uncle,” Jiang Xinghuai spoke.
“Mm.” Fu Yan quickly withdrew his hand. “You’re awake.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” Jiang Xinghuai said, opening his eyes.
Fu Yan looked at Jiang Xinghuai’s sharply defined eyes and felt the fingers he had withdrawn to his side start to tingle. He opened his palm, then clenched it repeatedly a few times before speaking: “It’s late. Go to bed early.”
“Why are you only back now? It’s already past nine.” Jiang Xinghuai said.
“Just talked over some things with Zheng Yi,” Fu Yan replied simply.
Jiang Xinghuai watched him silently, then suddenly sat up, the blanket slipping off.
Fu Yan looked away.
“Uncle, does he still like you?” Jiang Xinghuai asked abruptly.
Fu Yan was momentarily stunned but quickly realized that the “he” Jiang Xinghuai meant was Zheng Yi.
“Do you like him?” Jiang Xinghuai asked again without waiting for an answer.
“No.” Fu Yan answered quickly this time.
Jiang Xinghuai bit his lip, his voice dropping lower: “Then who do you like?”
Fu Yan, who do you like! Tell me loudly!
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me with the “Overlord” ticket or watered me with nutrients.
Thanks to the little angel who sent the [Rocket Launcher]: Mo 1.
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