"Jingyun, are you coming over today?" Zhuo Jianzhang, pretending to speak casually, looked at Liao Yun, who was sitting in the living room, and walked over to her.
Liao Yun stood up, rolled her eyes at him, and left. That was a dumb question, wasn't it? Hadn't Xiang Qiao just called?
Rejected once again, Zhuo Jianzhang touched his nose. He had lost count of how many times Liao Yun had rebuffed him recently, but by now, he had grown calm about it.
Liao Yun got up and headed for the garden, not wanting to deal with the person behind her.
Lin Yue had been staying in the garden recently, having learned to keep out of Liao Yun and Zhuo Jianzhang's way as much as possible, to spare herself Zhuo Jianzhang's knife-like glares whenever he saw Liao Yun walking toward her.
But Lin Yue had miscalculated. She'd forgotten that even if she wasn't in front of Liao Yun, Liao Yun could still come looking for her. So when she saw Liao Yun coming into view, the urge to flee surged within her.
