"Click~"
"Sister Weiwei, you're back."
"Hmm! Xiao Yu, why are you alone? Where is your sister?"
When Yan Weiwei returned home, she found it strange that only Xiao Yu was there.
"Oh, my sister is working overtime again today. She said she would be very busy these next couple of days and told us not to wait up for her."
Xiao Yu brought a plate of stir-fried lettuce to the table and took off her apron.
"Hmm... I see..."
"By the way, where's uncle? Didn't you go out with him? Why didn't he come back with you?"
Upon hearing Xiao Yu mention Meng Lang, Yan Weiwei couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
"Hah! Him... he's probably applying medicine right now!"
"Huh?"
...
"Hiss~"
Meng Lang, enduring the pain, applied Red Flower Oil to a large bruised area on his waist, wincing at the sharp sting.
"I've been careless..."
Yan Weiwei, that girl, when she says pinch, she really means it.
