"We have to get Xu Dapeng to find someone to beat him up!"
On the way back, Zhao Tienan felt very depressed.
Helping the Mute Wife tonight, even if it cost some money, didn't matter; after all, Zhao Tienan wasn't lacking a bit of silver.
But he also happened to help Sun Jiumengzi, which made Zhao Tienan feel uncomfortable no matter how he thought about it.
Especially when Sun Jiumengzi said he was such a benevolent person, wasn't that blatantly mocking him?
Zhao Tienan couldn't take this insult, and he had to find a way to teach him a hard lesson.
By the time he got home, it was already past ten o'clock at night.
He cooked a bowl of instant noodles, ate a bit simply, and then lay down on the bed to sleep.
"Hmm?"
No one knew how long had passed when Zhao Tienan, in a blur, felt someone slipping into his blanket, curling silently in his embrace.
Cool, fragrant, and tenderly smooth.
