Prelude to the National War: The Prodigal Returns Home

"So, Junior ended up like this?"

Hearing Meng Lang's somewhat embarrassed, cautious explanation, Xia Yao looked at Fang Ran, who had been tied up like a rice dumpling and hung from the balcony railing, groaning theatrically, with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"Y-yeah..."

Meng Lang secretly glanced at Fang Ran, who seemed to have lost all color, swallowed hard, and once again rejoiced inwardly.

Good God, he'd been hung up all night. Her Majesty the Queen was way too ruthless.

Luckily, clever me had pulled back from the brink last night and hadn't said anything suicidal.

"The head of the household???"

As Ming Ling watched Fang Ran hanging from the balcony door, she gritted her teeth inwardly, speechless at how her outstanding, perfect girlfriend had fallen for a guy like this.

Still, she found Meng Lang's wording somewhat strange and turned to Gou Yu beside her.

"Is there someone else in this house?"

"Mm, there's someone who came to this house even earlier than Brother Meng and me. Her situation is rather special, though, so she usually isn't around."

Having just finished feeding the "cat," Gou Yu considered for a moment. He didn't reveal Ling's exact circumstances and answered with a different phrasing.

Ming Ling raised a brow as she looked at him. A woman's instinct told her that person was female.

And she was sure Xia Yao had sensed it too.

But what was going on here!?

She had moved in earlier than both him and that guy, living alone with this little coward.

His girlfriend!?

The possibility flashed through her mind by instinct, absurd as it seemed. But Ming Ling glanced at Fang Ran, hanging from the balcony door railing.

He looked like he was about to burn out completely, and she instantly dismissed the thought.

No,