Lady Lun Shujun was furious, shook off his hand, and pointed at him, saying, "You... you go sleep in the guest room tonight."
After speaking, she flung her hand, snorted coldly, and turned towards the dining room, wanting to pour a glass of water to calm down.
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Xiang Yiqing went upstairs. The bickering between his mother and father downstairs only amused him. He didn't pay it any mind and went straight to his room door, reaching out to open it.
"Brother Xiang."
Just as he unlocked the door, he suddenly heard a familiar call from behind, and his heart quivered slightly.
Then a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly drooped.
He turned around, looked at the room diagonally across from him. Zhou Meng, who was visiting, stood there in a blue silk nightgown, likely belonging to Lady Lun Shujun, but her fair complexion and beautiful face didn't let the mature style of the shirt affect her.
