Lu Guichi felt a sudden, dull pain in his chest, making his throat feel as if it were being choked, and he struggled to make a sound.
The room was suffocating in a silence that spread unnoticed.
After a while, Lu Guichi still didn't look at the person in front of him, his head slightly bowed, he said indifferently, "There's no reason."
"I simply, really dislike you, that's all."
It was only then that he raised his head to look, his face calm.
"Since you're here to help Wuwu, I won't say much. But beyond that, I hope there won't be anything else. After all, if things get ugly, Wuwu will be very embarrassed."
"So, can you leave now?"
Guan Chen's breathing hitched slightly, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is that really what you think?"
"Yes."
"..."
Guan Chen stared at Lu Guichi for a long moment, then abruptly stood up and left.
Only when the sound of the door closing echoed did Lu Guichi's tight heart settle down, and his tensed shoulders slumped in defeat.