"I'm staying at Da Ha's house."
Da Ha just bought an apartment, a plush, riverview flat. The view is excellent, and she had wanted to live there for a long time.
"Da Ha? The blond boy? You're living at his house? Won't it be inconvenient?"
Lu Cong was obviously not pleased.
Murong Qian raised an eyebrow. "He's my brother. What's inconvenient about that?"
"He's not your biological brother."
"Hmph!"
She simply grabbed her suitcase and went on her way, too lazy to waste any more time arguing with him.
Lu Cong quickly followed her.
"Are you angry?"
"..."
"Baby, don't be angry."
"..."
"You can stay at my beach villa, the passcode is your birthday."
"Lu Cong——"
Murong Qian stopped in her tracks, growing impatient. "Aren't you fed up?"
"I——"
"I need some quiet time. During this period, don't contact me."
As her words fell, she abruptly turned around, walked away in her high heels, and didn't look back.