Zhao Dafa didn't return home, and Zhao Yun was equally reluctant to live under the same roof with Zhou Hui and her daughter, so he simply hid away at the Pei Family's place.
A week flew by in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Yun couldn't stand it any longer.
His house, why should it be occupied by two outsiders, forcing him and his dad to skulk around?
"Ziheng, you'd better come up with a way for me, to drive those two out."
Pei Ziheng was teaching Guoguo how to write, and without lifting his head, he replied, "They're living in your house, with food and drink at their disposal, enjoying their days comfortably and at ease, of course, they're not willing to leave."
Contact with cinnabar will redden you.
Having played with Pei Ziheng for so many years, Zhao Yun had also become somewhat smarter.