Third-person POV
In the evening, Lu Ping visited Weisheng's study room with a strained expression on his gorgeous face. He sat in front of Weisheng without asking for Weisheng's permission like how people with lower rank than him supposed to.
In addition, Weisheng doesn't mind Lu Ping's conduct as Lu Ping only behaves like that when he is upset or displeased. Weisheng glanced at him and offered a cup of hot tea.
"Thank you," Lu Ping bowed his head and took the teacup with both of his hands.
He gulped the piping hot tea in one chug. Even Weisheng was perplexed by Lu Ping's extremely bad mood.
"That Murong Qing…is driving me crazy!" Lu Ping raised his voice as the vein on his forehead popped out.
Weisheng was at a loss of word, even the tranquil Lu Ping who is very meticulous about mannerism was in a frenzy. Lu Ping patted his chest to appease his boiling heart while repeatedly inhaled and exhaled.