Zhuang Yuezhou shuddered for no apparent reason, smiling as he nodded, "Of course, of course."
Weilan composed herself for a moment before deciding to return.
Avoidance was not a solution; if Qin Mofeng wished to find her, he would definitely succeed. Avoidance was futile.
She would go in now; she was actually quite curious about what Qin Mofeng was up to.
Zhuang Yuezhou, having been slapped, had a reddened face as he walked in, following Weilan.
When Qin Mofeng saw this, his gaze landed on his face, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.
Zhuang Yuezhou pointed to his own cheek and said, "For you, I took a slap. This debt of gratitude, you owe me big time."
Qin Mofeng saw the slap mark and then glanced towards Weilan, his thick brows furrowing as he said sternly, "Shen Weilan, are you even a woman?"
Weilan snorted coldly, "I certainly am a woman, whereas you, Qin, hardly seem like a man."