"Lin Li, are you sick?! Are you trying to die?!" Ding Sihan held the cake in her hands, aiming it at Lin Li's face with an unfriendly tone.
"It's over, Uncle. The one who got in is still a murderer... Leave all my inheritance to my mom. Goodbye." Lin Li's voice was mournful.
Chen Yuying, Ding Sihan, and Qu Wanqiu: "?"
Only when the cake was truly about to fly into his face did Lin Li grin and put away the phone call he had never actually connected. He stopped, looked up at the doorway, and raised both hands placatingly. "Don't throw it, don't throw it, don't throw it. Just kidding. I didn't really call."
Seeing that this guy had been acting all along—and had even acted it out twice—Chen Yuying lightly bonked Lin Li from afar with the party popper in her hand.
Lin Li stuck out his tongue at her.
"Alright, come in first. Standing outside isn't much of a solution. Don't be shy, make yourselves at home."
Only then did Ding Sihan lower the cake she had raised to aim at him a little. She then turned toward the living room, looking back to gesture for Lin Li to follow.
Lin Li: "..."
Excuse me?
What had you just said? What did you mean, make yourselves at home?
"Sorry for intruding," guest Lin Li said stiffly as he walked inside. Feeling timid, he stood on the doormat at a loss before quietly asking Ding Sihan:
"Classmate Ding, can I take off my shoes and leave them here?"
"You can, but remember not to put them anywhere beyond the mat. I'll get mad if you dirty the tiles." Qu Wanqiu nodded on her behalf. "And you can wear these slippers if you want, but you're not allowed to