Zhuang Yuezhou finished speaking and left, opening the door to depart.
Weilan was stunned as she looked at Zhuang Yuezhou, her gaze filled with confusion.
Zhuang Yuezhou gave her a smile and said, "Curiosity killed the cat. You, don't ask anything. If you ask, with your temperament, you'll probably end up treating me. I've thought it through; you're right not to want to. You're being responsible to that deadbeat. That guy was damn lucky to have lived eight lifetimes of good fortune to have met someone as understanding as you. I must not have done enough good in my last life since this life is damn hard to even raise a glass!"
Zhuang Yuezhou's tone carried a self-mocking undertone that was uncomfortable to listen to.
Weilan spoke in a deep voice, "You tell me. You should know that since I want to find out, I will find out soon."