"Ding Dong~~"
The doorbell rang, and Zhuang Shuqing, like a startled rabbit, pushed Lu Jinyang away and ran swiftly toward the room.
The warm softness in his arms suddenly disappeared, and Lu Jinyang, dissatisfied, frowned, intending to pull the person back, but then heard the doorbell ring faster and faster.
Lu Jinyang, with a dark face, opened the door, and Leng Yixing walked in from outside, murmuring as he walked, "Though it's a bit beneath you to answer the door, Mr. Lu, in times like these, aren't you afraid that opening the door too late might mean missing some important message?"
"...Speak human language."
Lu Jinyang closed the door, walked back to his original spot to sit down, and saw Leng Yixing heading towards the seat Zhuang Shuqing had just occupied. He pointed to the sofa across, "Sit over there."
Leng Yixing was speechless; even the seating had to be designated in this house.
Sigh~
