The Handsomest Man Among the Square Dancers

Liu Chang'an pushed open the door. It seemed as though the scene from when he had come back earlier was replaying itself: Shangguan Dandan was still cradling her thermos and squinting at the television. Her gaze slowly shifted sideways and settled on Liu Chang'an, while Zhou Dongdong crawled out from beneath the heated table.

"They've started cooking upstairs. We'll be eating soon. I'm a little hungry." After just two days of Jinling-Huaiyang cuisine, he already missed Zhou Shuling's heavier flavors.

"Brother Chang'an, have those guests upstairs who didn't like me left?" Zhou Dongdong was a little hungry too. Rubbing her belly, she scooted over to Liu Chang'an.

"They left." Liu Chang'an nodded. "It seemed they didn't like me either."

After saying that, Liu Chang'an glanced at Shangguan Dandan and gave her a meaningful look.

"Then they definitely didn't like me either." Shangguan Dandan gave a soft snort. If this had been back when she held the imperial seal, she would have had them executed.

Actually, Shangguan Dandan could have had her Little Coffin suck them dry, but she was, after all, a benevolent, compassionate, dignified, elegant Empress Dowager radiating glorious virtue. She could not act recklessly like the emperor before her, who appeared peaceful, refined, and easygoing on the surface but was in fact cruel, tyrannical, and wantonly took lives.

"Why don't they like anybody?" Zhou Dongdong's eyes widened slightly. She clenched her hands into little fists at her sides, bounced twice, and asked in confusion.

"I don't know... But look, they don't like me, they don't like Dandan, and they don't like Dongdong. So do you think there's something wrong with us that made them dislike us, or is there something wrong with them?" Liu Chang'an asked casually.

"There's something wrong with them!" Zhou Dongdong shouted, then began hopping