When Uncle Rong asked this question, his originally slightly aged small eyes squinted into a fine slit with a cheerful glow inside.
Lu Jihan frowned, realizing Uncle Rong was being deliberately annoying.
He reprimanded, "Uncle Rong, who told you to be meddlesome last night and have that woman come to pick me up?"
"Oh, I did it for you."
Uncle Rong whispered, "Young Master, I saw you and Miss Song were giving each other the cold shoulder, so I thought I'd lend a hand and get Miss Song to pick you up while you're drunk. It's a good chance for you both to have a nice chat."
"In the future, don't meddle anymore!" Lu Jihan threw this sentence back.
Uncle Rong blinked upon hearing this, only then realizing Lu Jihan's expression was off.
"Young Master, you didn't fight with Miss Song again last night, did you?"
It was more than a fight, it was even worse than a fight.
Lu Jihan thought to himself but didn't directly answer Uncle Rong.
Seeing this, Uncle Rong lamented internally.
