Are you talking to me?

Xie Yuan sat back down on the sofa, reclining as he leisurely picked out something he wanted to watch.

Mu Ze walked toward Xie Yuan, carrying a bag.

As he passed Gu Yanzhou, he accidentally kicked his foot.

The unconscious Gu Yanzhou's brows knitted in pain.

Su Wanyue, who witnessed this: ...

Mu Ze reached the sofa and raised his hand.

In the livestream, viewers couldn't help speculating.

[Did this ordinary guest actually believe Su Wanyue and decide to attack Young Master Xie?]

[What is this ordinary guest trying to do?]

[Sure enough, only a handful of men can see through a fake innocent.]

[Beat him to death! That'll teach him to bully Yueyue.]

[Good job, ordinary guest! Hurry up and let Xie Dog taste what it's like to get beaten.]

Livestream Backstage, quite a few staff members were worried too.

Was this man really going to attack Xie Yuan?

Only Director Ma looked completely unconcerned.

The assistant director couldn't help asking, "Director Ma, aren't you worried about Young Master Xie getting bullied?"

"Young Master Xie invested in our show."

"If he gets beaten on the show, will he pull his investment, Young Master Xie?"

Director Ma's tone was mysterious. "Wait and see."

As the viewers and production crew worried, Mu Ze reached into the bag.

He took out two bags of chips. "I didn't know what flavor you liked, so I bought both original and tomato."

"Try them and see if you like them. If not, just leave them. I'll buy you something else next time."

Setting the chips on the coffee table, Mu Ze hesitated. "Do you need me to open them?"

Xie Yuan raised a hand and pointed. "That one. Open it."

He certainly didn't stand on ceremony.

Good-naturedly, Mu Ze opened the bag of original chips and set it back on the coffee table.

"Don't eat too many. Dinner will be ready soon."

After that reminder, Mu Ze turned around with the bag.

His gaze fell on Gu Yanzhou, who was still lying on the floor. "Teacher Su, if you don't take him to the hospital soon, President Gu will wake up."

Huh?

Su Wanyue was bewildered.

The livestream viewers were bewildered too.

After all that, you were just taking out two bags of chips?

And what did you mean, he would wake up?

Comments flooded the livestream.

Some cursed Mu Ze, while others admired him.

[Mu Ze, what are you doing? Can't you see Yueyue's being bullied?]

[Mu Ze, beat Xie Dog to death!]

[Beautiful. I have to say, this ordinary guest has something going for him. He can actually spot a fake innocent.]

[See? Even the ordinary guest thinks Young Master Xie did nothing wrong.]

[Hahahahaha, someone's fans must be furious.]

The comments erupted into another argument.

Behind the scenes, the production crew also breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as no one got hit.

Judging by what Xie Yuan had done at the hospital and during his livestream earlier, he wasn't someone who let others push him around.

They had genuinely feared that Xie Yuan and Mu Ze would get into a fight on the livestream.

Xie Yuan picked up the chips and began eating with relish.

The production staff finally arrived and carried Gu Yanzhou out of the villa.

After hesitating for a while, Su Wanyue followed them out.

Mu Ze took the groceries into the kitchen.

All at once, Xie Yuan was alone in the living room, with only the crunch of his chips.

Xie Yuan ate chips for a while as comments flooded the livestream.

[I've tried this brand of chips. I thought they tasted pretty average before, but watching Young Master Xie eat them makes me want to try them again.]

[Are they really that good? Isn't original too bland?]

[Lip smack. Now I'm craving chips too. I'm going to buy a few bags.]

[Watching Xie Yuan is making me crave them. He'd be pretty suited to food livestreams.]

Where some liked it, others couldn't stand it.

[They're just chips. You make them sound like some gourmet delicacy. A bunch of paupers.]

[Join Yueyue's fan club and I'll give each of you ten bags of chips.]

[Heh, looking at Xie Dog, anyone who didn't know better would think he came out of some remote mountain village and had never eaten chips. Some young master he is.]

[Can you really not tell? Xie Dog is just putting on an act.]

Some casual viewers couldn't stand the comments from Su Wanyue's fans.

[Seriously, do you people have rabies? We want chips. We never said we couldn't afford them. You're acting like you're better than everyone.]

[What's wrong with remote mountain villages? That's where I'm from. They're just chips. Stop acting like you're so superior.]

["Some young master he is"? You've got some nerve. Why don't you post your assets and let everyone judge whether they're worth even a fraction of Xie Yuan's?]

A bag of chips sparked a battle in the livestream.

Having eaten half the bag, Xie Yuan paused the TV.

He got up and headed for the kitchen.

From the kitchen doorway, he immediately spotted Mu Ze wearing an apron.

"Mu Ze, is there anything to drink?"

Mu Ze paused what he was doing and looked up to see the speaker leaning against the doorway.

Mu Ze said, "I bought fruit, drinks, and juice. Which would you like?"

"I want watermelon juice." Xie Yuan smacked his lips.

He seemed to be savoring the taste of watermelon juice.

Seeing how eager he looked, Mu Ze's lips unconsciously curved upward. "Two minutes."

Mu Ze set down what he was holding and took out a watermelon.

The fruit knife turned in his hand a few times, deft and graceful.

He said two minutes, and two minutes it was.

"Watermelon juice."

Mu Ze filled a large glass with watermelon juice and handed it to him.

Xie Yuan took a sip while Mu Ze still held it, pleasure showing on his face.

"Thanks."

Taking the watermelon juice, Xie Yuan returned to the living room.

As soon as he entered, he saw that the other two pairs had returned too.

After spending hours working in the square, Wang Zihua was already tired and thirsty.

Seeing the watermelon juice in Xie Yuan's hand, he involuntarily swallowed.

"Teacher Xie, is there any watermelon juice left?"

He wanted some too.

The other three looked over as well.

They wanted some too.

Xie Yuan glanced at Wang Zihua and was silent for a moment before saying, "I don't know."

What kind of answer was that?

Wang Zihua froze for a moment. "Teacher Xie, either there is or there isn't. It's not like we absolutely have to have some."

Xie Yuan's tone was decisive. "Then there isn't."

Wang Zihua hadn't expected such honesty either.

He frowned. Back home, what hadn't he tried?

In the end, he dragged himself up and headed to the kitchen.

Seeing Mu Ze in the kitchen, he paused for a moment, and his sense of superiority as a rich heir surfaced.

"Get me a glass of watermelon juice."

His tone was entirely that of someone giving orders.

After waiting a while without an answer, Wang Zihua knocked on the counter in displeasure.

"Get me a glass of watermelon juice."

He waited a while, but Mu Ze still didn't respond.

Wang Zihua's spoiled temper flared. "Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!"

Without stopping what he was doing, Mu Ze raised his eyes to Wang Zihua.

"Are you talking to me?"

Wang Zihua raised his voice. "Who else?"

"There's only you and me here. If I'm not talking to you, am I talking to a ghost?"

"So you have that sort of ability, Young Master Wang." Mu Ze's tone was unchanged, without a trace of wonder.

"You're mocking me." Wang Zihua glared at him.

Mu Ze shook his head. "No, I'm marveling at your exceptional abilities, Young Master Wang."

Wang Zihua was confused for a moment before saying arrogantly, "At least you know what's good for you."

"Hurry up and get me a glass of watermelon juice."

Mu Ze didn't pretend not to hear him again. "There isn't any."

Wang Zihua didn't believe the refusal and frowned. "Xie Yuan got some. Why don't I?"

"That glass of watermelon juice couldn't have used up the whole watermelon."