A single "Sorry to trouble you" left Song Zhiyu a bit bewildered, staring in astonishment at Niu Pan'er.
Why does something feel off?
Ah, it's her eyes, looking at me as if I'm some sort of wronged little wife, full of pity.
Pity your granddad!
Song Zhiyu jumped up, standing on the bed and glaring at her: "Don't give me that crap. I warn you, Miss Niu, stop those awful thoughts of yours. You're not the man, I am. If there's anyone who's wronged, it should be me saying it."
Indeed, standing on the bed, I can look down at her.
Niu Pan'er: "..."
Her eyes met his, gradually filling with amusement.
"Sit down when you talk, aren't you afraid you'll bump your head?" She pulled a chair from beside the table and sat by the bed, starting to speak: "I know you're not happy about this engagement in your heart."
"Oh, come off it, you're not the worm in my belly, how would you know what I'm thinking?" Song Zhiyu snorted.
