Tap! Tap! Tap!
A crisp knock sounded at the door.
"Who is it?"
In the middle of her busy work, Lu Ma opened the door and saw a man outside wearing a strange expression.
In a sense, it was truly hard to describe that expression. It was as though he was numb while forcing himself to smile and holding himself back from crying... Though she couldn't put her finger on it, it just felt terribly unlucky.
"I, I..."
The visitor carried a black case in his hand, his expression twitching as he tried to force out a smile. "Yu... Little Yu..."
"A friend of Little Ji's?"
Lu Ma looked bewildered and stepped aside. "You're here so early. Please come in... Lu Feng, don't just stand there staring. Entertain the guest!"
In a situation like this, she had to give Little Dog some face and not call him by his nickname.
But Little Dog did not seem inclined to give anyone face.
He remained seated on the sofa, peeling a sugar orange with a half-smile.
"Mom, I think it's better if I stay here and watch." Lu Feng spat out a seed and shrugged slightly. "Otherwise, the guest might feel uncomfortable."
Yu Hanguang fell silent. The corner of his eye twitched, and a trace of sweetness appeared in his already twitching smile.
"Hello, Mister Lu. Ahem, it's been a long time."
"Indeed."
Lu Feng nodded with a smile, took an orange from the fruit basket, and set it on the table. From beginning to end, his eyes remained fixed on Yu Hanguang. "Want an orange?"
"No, no need." Yu Hanguang coughed, his manner becoming even more deferential. "May I ask where Mister Ji is..."
"Upstairs."
Lu Feng said, "Make yourself at home."
Yu Hanguang said nothing more. He lowered his head,