Nan Wan cleaned the last plate, turned around, and rolled her eyes, "What else? You think I would sell your precious stuff?"
The two of them walked to the sofa, kicked off their slippers, and slumped together.
The television was playing a recently popular variety show, but neither of them was watching. It seemed to be just on to fill the room with some noise.
Zhi Mei was munching on snacks from the table, shot a glance at the person beside her, "Was that... Nan Huaiyu just now?"
Nan Wan flipped through the magazine in her hand, not really bothered, and nodded, "I don't know what's gotten into him, randomly coming over to pick a fight with me."
Just the thought of that strong tobacco smell made her a bit nauseous.
Zhi Mei took a sip of water, subtle emotions hiding between her gentle brows, "You… really don't know why?"
Nan Wan was taken aback, stopped turning the pages of the magazine, and her heartbeat skipped a beat.
