Under cover of night.
Before Lin Shuguang reached his residence, he spotted someone standing outside his door with his arms tucked in.
The man seemed to have heard something as well. He turned, spotted Lin Shuguang, froze briefly, then rushed straight over.
"Where did you go? I waited three whole hours for you! Sniff!"
Lin Shuguang stared at Meng Shenzhou in surprise. The guy was sniffling, his face full of resentment.
His mouth twitched. He walked over and asked as he unlocked the door, "What are you doing here this late?"
As soon as he opened the door, Meng Shenzhou squeezed inside without another word and flopped onto the bamboo chair. Only then did he urge, "Hurry up and get me a glass of water. I'm dying of thirst."
Expressionless, Lin Shuguang set a cup upside down on the table. "Pour it yourself!"
Meng Shenzhou froze.
He looked up at Lin Shuguang.
Never in his life had he suffered such indignity!
Left waiting outside for three hours, battered by the cold wind! And afterward, when he was thirsty, the owner of the house wouldn't even pour him a glass of water himself?
"That's going too far!"
But in the end.
Meng Shenzhou still got up, picked up the cup, and indignantly went to pour himself some water, muttering to salvage his dignity:
"I'm only putting up with you because I consider you my brother! Otherwise, even if you stepped over my dead body, you could forget about making me bow my head!"
Lin Shuguang swept him a silent glance.
Fucking idiot. So dramatic... probably only Xu Jie could give him a run for his money.
Gulp, gulp. Meng Shenzhou drained a glass of cooled boiled water before turning to Lin Shuguang, brimming with resentment. "Where did you run off to