Xu Su sat in the old wicker chair, too lazy to get up. He looked up at him. "Was it a ghost I saw three days ago?"
Zhuang Luo had probably grown used to Xu Su's habit of saying things that left people no way to save face. Or perhaps that unforgettable experience that morning had taught him something, so he no longer showed embarrassment as easily as before.
Instead, he responded calmly:
"They say one day apart feels like three autumns. We haven't seen each other in three days, so that's nine autumns. And wouldn't nine autumns count as a long time no see?"
Xu Su looked as though he had learned something new. "Did you graduate from Lan X School with a degree in calculators? If you're so good at math, why aren't you heading the Ministry of Finance?"
"..."
The corners of Zhuang Luo's lips still stiffened uncontrollably.
At the same time, the hatred he had been doing his utmost to suppress nearly surfaced.
So he dug his nail into his index finger until it bled again.
Seeing this, Fang Han opened his mouth to say something, only for the person beside him to discreetly hold him back and signal him to stay quiet.
This was the sixth guest who had arrived with them, Gu Xingfan.
Fang Han seemed a little afraid of him.
Xu Su looked over. He wore a white, modern Chinese-style shirt with beige-gray casual trousers. His expression was slightly cold, but his bearing was relaxed and refined, giving him a sense of detachment that said, "Let the world batter me with wind and rain; I'll remain unmoved."
-but that was only the first impression.
On closer inspection, something about him always felt inexplicably incongruous.
Standing nearby, Li Weizhou had also caught Zhuang Luo's