Moving House

Wang Yan did not know that Wang Manchun had not left. In fact, he thought she ought to wait a few more days before delivering herself to his door again. Even if they had already slept together, there was still room to string things along. But even if he had known that Wang Manchun had locked horns with him and latched onto him, he still would not have come back. A wild little mare needed to be left out in the cold for a while. He could not let her get too full of herself. There were plenty of beautiful women with great figures—who did she think she was?

Qi Si skillfully coasted in neutral and steadily stopped the car before the garden villa. Seeing the house brightly lit, he turned back and said, "Brother Yan, someone's home."

"Who do you think it is?"

"Who else could it be? Definitely that slut you brought back the day before yesterday." Qi Si curled his lip. "Brother Yan, I won't stay here and get in your way, okay? That woman screams too much. I can't even sleep properly."

"So you're planning to go find Stone?"

Qi Si awkwardly scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "I don't have anywhere else to go..."

"You're still growing. You need to know moderation, or you won't grow any taller. If you don't grow tall, your legs will be short. When someone's chasing you down to kill you, you won't even be able to run properly. If that day comes, don't say I didn't warn you."

Wang Yan rubbed Qi Si's head, opened the car door, and got out. "Scram."

Qi Si did not care about any of that. With a chuckle, he efficiently put the car into gear, stepped on the gas, and drove