Wen Xun glanced at Zhongli Wuzhi, his expression complex, "Brother Zhongli."
After calling out, he headed upstairs on his own.
Though Zhongli Wuzhi had just woken up, he had clearly seen Wen Xun's expression and couldn't help but blink and look at Wen Xun's retreating figure,
"What's wrong with this kid?"
"What?"
Song Lili was puzzled.
"The look that kid just gave me was like I stole something from him..."
"You're overthinking it, Xiao Xun harbors no grudges against you."
Song Lili joked.
Zhongli Wuzhi yawned, feeling quite refreshed after his nap.
Before long, Wen Nian returned.
The family prepared to have dinner.
Perhaps due to Chinian's presence, an unrelated person, Zhongli didn't bring up his matter with Lu Xiaoer during dinner, and Wen Nian and Song Lili tactfully didn't ask much.
Instead, it was Chinian who really talked more than usual.
Especially with a translator following closely by her side.
