Jiang Nanshu didn't think much about it and felt too lazy to leave, so she headed upstairs, "Then hurry up."
"Okay."
Lu Qingyan watched Jiang Nanshu ascend the stairs and disappear at the room entrance.
His smile had just faded.
He removed his apron, wiped his hands, and casually threw it on the dining table, planning to clean it up later, since the doorbell was being pressed incessantly, as if urging him.
Lu Qingyan opened the door.
There stood Yu Zhuyin, with her blond hair.
She wore a tank top covered in large tattoos. Ignoring the man's unusually cold demeanor, she threw her cigarette on the ground and went to embrace him.
Lu Qingyan closed the door and pushed her away, "Miss Yu, please show some self-respect."
Yu Zhuyin pursed her lips, but persistently moved forward, attempting to hug him again.
The only time she had successfully embraced him was a month ago when Lu Qingyan was talking to her brother. He was caught off guard, and she seized the chance to embrace him.
