"You're back?"
Gu Chupei had returned to the room early and waited for Lan Xiangxian with the lights off.
Hearing the door open, he looked up at Lan Xiangxian, who was carrying bags of all sizes.
They were probably things Wen Liangtian had bought him. Lan Xiangxian hadn't touched the bank card Gu Chupei had given him.
He didn't want to admit that he had checked his phone messages countless times all day to see where Lan Xiangxian was spending money.
The thought that Lan Xiangxian didn't even want to use his bank card made him feel even worse.
"Mm-hmm."
Lan Xiangxian set the things he was carrying on the floor, a little surprised to see Gu Chupei.
He usually finished work very late. Why was he back so early today?
Meeting Lan Xiangxian's questioning gaze, Gu Chupei coughed.
"I went to Chu Xinghui's theater with my boss this afternoon, so I finished work early."
He picked up the things on the floor and carried them upstairs, asking quietly:
"Did your friend buy all these for you?"
"Yes."
Lan Xiangxian nodded.
"Why didn't you use my bank card?"
He couldn't keep his inner drama bottled up. The thought of Lan Xiangxian using things someone else had bought made him miserable.
"I didn't want to. I can't get into the habit of spending a lot of money now."
Wen Liangtian had pressed all these things into Lan Xiangxian's hands. He hadn't wanted anything.
That person overseas could return at any time. If he got into the habit of spending lavishly, it would be hard to break.
He needed to save money now, in preparation for whatever his mother's recovery might cost.
The hospital had recently been sending Lan Xiangxian regular updates on his mother's health.
Sure enough, with Gu Chupei's instructions,