Ziyan went downstairs and called Sangyu and Leng Yuebai to leave the house.
"Brother, is it really okay for all of us to leave?" Sangyu called Ziyan as soon as she stepped out.
"There's nothing wrong. While they're chatting, wouldn't you and Yuebai feel restless just sitting there?"
"It is a bit annoying." Sangyu pouted, "I don't know what's up with them! All they do is argue."
"They are just like old children." Leng Yuebai's lips curved slightly, "It's good to get out; otherwise, if they really start fighting, we wouldn't know who to help."
Ziyan glanced at him, "I called you out not only to look at the flowers, but I have something to say before you both go back to school. Brother Yuebai... Yuebai, although your relationship with Sangyu is settled, she's still young, and you'd better not hurt her! We won't watch you like my dad does with my two uncles. This is up to your own conscience."
