Cheng Siyang, you actually hit me?!
[Heh, Cheng Siyang, you just can't let go of Ye Zhaoxue, can you? Since you still have feelings for her, why did you come to provoke me?!]
Behind him, Tong Yilin's hysterical voice could be heard from time to time.
Rong Chang's expression was calm, with a smile on her lips.
She doesn't seem to have done anything yet.
But these two got into chaos so quickly.
With nothing to do, Rong Chang wanted to watch a show and eat some melon seeds.
Suddenly, a loud bang came from the other end of the corridor.
Rong Shang raised her eyes and looked over, and heard a series of steady and rapid footsteps.
Before long, a man who had changed into casual clothes appeared in his line of sight.
When he entered the living room, he glanced over here, and their eyes met unexpectedly. Rong Shang saw that the other person was expressionless.
He glanced at her, then turned away and went downstairs.
Rong Shang raised an eyebrow and followed.
When they got downstairs, Nan Qiyu was already sitting opposite Master Ye, playing chess and drinking tea with him.
As soon as Mr. Ye saw her, he asked her to sit down and make tea for them.
Rong Shang had no objection, but when she sat down, she subconsciously glanced at Nan Qiyu.
Whether or not the other person received her gaze, Rong Shang noticed that he suddenly frowned.
After a few seconds of pause, he spoke, "Uncle Ye."
This sound drew her attention back.
Nan Qiyu raised her head and looked at Master Ye opposite her.
The other party indicated that he should speak freely if he had something to say.
He nodded slightly. "Uncle Ye, I'm so sorry to have bothered you all this time. Actually, I came here to say goodbye."
Nan Qiyu was quite polite and courteous towards her elders.
Rong Chang, who was listening from the side, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Is Nan Qiyu moving out of the Ye family's house?
Mr. Ye was also a little surprised. "You child, why are you being so polite with me? With the friendship between your father and me, I would be willing to let you live here for the rest of your life."
"I know," Nan Qiyu said, a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Uncle."
"However, I've already had someone find me an apartment, which is quite close to my company, so I'm thinking..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but Master Ye immediately understood.
"In that case, it's not really my place to stop you."
Master Ye picked up the tea that Rong Shang had just brewed, took a sip, and was clearly convinced.
"Have some tea." Master Ye, standing behind, said nothing more.
Rong Chang glanced at Nan Qiyu several times, but he had already lowered his eyes and his expression was indifferent.
Before they could exchange a single word, Cheng Siyang had already walked in from outside.
Perhaps because of the argument he had with Tong Yilin outside, his expression wasn't very good.
It was quite a long walk from the door to the living room, and the people in the living room could already smell the heat emanating from him.
"Si Yang, what happened?" Master Ye was the first to ask him what was wrong. "You don't look well."
"Oh, it's nothing." Cheng Siyang turned around and quickly shook his head. He said, "I probably didn't sleep well last night and I'm a little tired," while looking at Rong Shang.
However, she was seen staring at Nan Qiyu next door.
In an instant, a glint of light flashed in his dark eyes.
Cheng Siyang gritted his teeth inwardly.
Actually, he's feeling a bit confused right now.
On one side was his childhood sweetheart, whom he had grown tired and bored with; on the other side was his gentle and understanding lover, who gave him new passion.
He didn't know what to choose.
Is he really going to marry Ye Zhaoxue?
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