Cheng Xi didn’t want to face Lu Chenzhou right now, so she started to slowly clean up the dining table. Once she felt like her emotions had settled back to normal, she went out again.

Lu Chenzhou was curled up in his quilt and sitting there like an old monk deep in meditation. When he saw Cheng Xi enter the room, he opened his eyes and asked, “What’s your house number?”

Cheng Xi had originally decided to ignore all his words, but when she heard this question, she could only stifle her indignation and answer.

Lu Chenzhou picked up his phone to make another call. Not long after, the doorbell rang again. Cheng Xi opened the door, and, as expected, someone was here with Lu Chenzhou’s clothes. It was Mr. Chen, who had driven them to Chen Jiaman’s hometown. 

He was carrying a large pile of miscellaneous things, including quite a number of bags. Seeing Cheng Xi, he smiled, removed a bag, and then gave the rest to her. “These are presents that old Mr. and Mrs. Lu have prepared for you, to make up for Mr. Lu’s inconvenience.”

Cheng Xi didn’t know what to say.

She twisted her head around...