Zhang Yu could tell from someone's exuberant expression that they were in a great mood.
Zhang Yu, too lazy to speak, continued to look at the other person.
Eventually, Wang Yan couldn't help but speak up, "I heard your dad is seriously ill and in the hospital."
Zhang Yu responded with a quiet "mm," and continued to watch the other person.
Wang Yan was driven half-mad by Zhang Yu's lack of reaction, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you say something? Your dad is sick!"
"My dad is sick. Why are you so excited and angry?" Zhang Yu remained calm, "Or are you just here to enjoy the spectacle?"
Wang Yan did have these thoughts, but with Zhang Yu's directness, could she admit it? "I know there's a lot of misunderstanding between us. Um, um, can I come in?"
Originally, Wang Yan wanted to say something more, but having skipped both lunch and dinner, her stomach was rumbling uncontrollably.
