After Feng Zhihuai left, Qin Zhan lay on the lawn, letting the rain fall on his body. He slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth and took a sharp breath. This Feng Zhihuai was quite heavy-handed. Thinking of this, Qin Zhan curled his lips into a smile.
Taking a deep breath, he turned over and got up, raised his hand to smooth his short hair dampened by the rain, and walked towards the house. Just as he entered, he heard his phone ringing incessantly.
Frowning slightly, he picked up the phone. Looking at the caller ID, Qin Zhan paused before answering it, "What's up?"
"A Zhan," Old Sir Qin held the phone cautiously and asked, "Are you doing well today?"
"Very well." Qin Zhan replied indifferently.
"Everything's fine?"
Qin Zhan walked up the stairs, opened his room door, put the phone on speaker, and said calmly, "I'd be even better if you would bring fewer people to my place."
Old Sir Qin: ...
