"Hmm." Lan Yin's lips curled up. "It's alright."

"That's good." Xiao Moran was captivated by Lan Yin's smile.

"Is Lan Yin back?"

Su Xiaonuan had somehow appeared beside them, leaning against the wall, looking at them with a half-smile.

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Moran, with his protective instincts, immediately shielded Lan Yin behind him.

"Of course I'm going to greet Lan Yin. Are you the only one allowed to greet Lan Yin, but I'm not allowed to?"

"A weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—it's up to no good!" Xiao Moxi glanced at Su Xiaonuan with disgust, then took Lan Yin's hand. "Sister Lan Yin, come on, let's go to my room. Don't let this dirty your eyes."

As Xiao Moxi closed the door, Xiao Moran raised his fist to threaten Su Xiaonuan. "If you dare to cause trouble for Lan Yin again, I'll ruin your face and see how you'll go out and fool around with men then!"

"Honey, don't be so fierce," Su Xiaonuan said with a mischievous smile. "The flower may be longing for the stream, but the stream is indifferent. We're both on the same path, why make things difficult for each other? Don't you think so?"

After saying that, she even winked at him.

"shameless!"

"Hahaha......"

As Xiao Moran slammed the door shut, Su Xiaonuan burst into laughter.

She wasn't the original owner of this body, so she wouldn't fall for that green tea bitch Lan Yin's tricks.

If it were the original owner, a chaotic war would have begun.

Of course, each time the original owner failed.

The original owner was no match for the scheming woman; he suffered repeated defeats, yet he fought on despite each loss, ending up battered and bruised each time.

Over the years, the original owner lived in this cycle of battles.