Ji Zeqiu, unconcerned, glared at him angrily, "If you come to my house again, the next thing I'll pour on you will be boiling water."
Xie Changyan shook his head with a suppressed chuckle.
Seeing that he didn't take his words seriously at all, Ji Zeqiu's anger intensified, "Lin Xu will never like you, get out of our house."
"Oh? How do you know she doesn't like me?" Xie Changyan propped his chin with one hand, his tone dragging out long, "She said the deceased is gone, she has moved on from that person, and she wants to be with me forever."
"That's impossible! She would never say that!" Ji Zeqiu lost his temper.
Even if his mother had said that, it was Xie Changyan, that bastard, deceiving her.
He clenched the hand beside him, saw Lin Xu about to come downstairs, and, biting his teeth, grabbed the water cup from the table and splashed it on himself.
Ji Zeqiu's hair and face were drenched, water streaming down his cheeks, staining his clothes with a wet mark.