"I seem to have caused you trouble again." Qin Youxuan raised her hand to tap her forehead, looking imploringly at the man who was taking off his coat.
Hanjie's hand, working at his buttons, paused, and he turned his head to look at her.
His mischievous lips curled into a smirk, "Do you ever cause little trouble?"
"o(╯□╰)o..."
She didn't always cause trouble, just a few times.
But by the look of him, he didn't seem to take it to heart at all.
"Aren't you worried? If you leave like this, what if the media targets you, and then you'll be like Dan Hanxi, considered unfilial." Qin Youxuan pursed her lips and sat up straight on the couch.
"Otherwise, if you go back now, you might still make it in time for the end of the funeral."
"I have no wish to attend his funeral, he doesn't deserve it!" Hanjie said as he threw his coat on the armrest of the couch and strode over to Qin Youxuan.
His imposing figure sank into the couch, instantly creating a depression in it.