Su Yuhan stared at the various gazes fixed upon her—gossipy, curious, surprised, and even resentful—and felt a splitting headache coming on.
She tried to hold it in, but couldn't stop herself from shooting a furious glare at Duan Zeming. "Who I want to ask, and who I don't, are trivial matters that I shouldn't need to report to Mr. Duan in advance, right?" she said through gritted teeth. "And please, Mr. Duan, have some self-respect. We are really, *really* not that close!"
Duan Zeming, however, paid no mind to Su Yuhan's warning. In fact, he doubled down, putting on a wounded expression.
"That's so hurtful. You know, before this, you used to call me 'Ah Ming' so affectionately."
Su Yuhan: "..." 'Who knew the Ah Ming I was thinking of was *this* Ah Ming? If I'd known that guy was you, I would have commandeered a spaceship and fled the planet overnight.'
"Besides, if not for a small accident last time, Grandma had already agreed to let me stay the night at your house."
