At the doorway, Shang Qinghua leaned against the doorframe while looking at Yue Mingxuan with a half-smile that was more than a little unsettling.
Yue Mingxuan rolled his eyes and went back inside.
"Why are you here again… Didn't you just leave…"
"Have you taken your medicine tonight?" he asked while glancing at the bowl on the table.
Inside was still a pool of dark bitter liquid.
He shot Yue Mingxuan a look and the latter resigned himself to sitting down.
One of his hand idly playing with the bowl while the other propped up his head.
"We already agreed on this, why do I still have to drink medicine? Besides, I want to go out and have some fun!" Yue Mingxuan shouted while slapping both hands on the table so hard that the medicine sloshed and spilled.
Shang Qinghua pulled over a chair and sat down.
"I've thought of something."
"Thought of what?"
