"Hmm... I'm probably in the rebellious stage." Hua Weiluo comforted him casually: "You are a kid, you will always be like this when you grow up."
"Really?" Mr. Yun tilted his head slightly, looked at her with interest and asked, "What is this rebellious period about?"
"Well... when they grow up to a certain age, they start to have their own thoughts and understandings, and they always like to confront their parents or elders... When they are asked to go east, they go west, and when they are asked to do something, they just don't do it.
What." Hua Weiluo gave him a rough explanation.
"Oh?? If it sounds like this, it seems to be true." Mr. Yun nodded, glanced at Zhishan inadvertently, couldn't help but leaned closer to Hua Weiluo, and asked with interest
: "Then when will they pass this rebellious stage??"
"Well..." Hua Weiluo thought for a while and said to Mr. Yun very seriously: "Generally, you start to rebel when you are thirteen or fourteen years old. When you become an adult around the age of eighteen, it will be much better."
"Really..." Mr. Yun nodded thoughtfully, turned his head, and asked Zhishan with a hint of narrowness in his voice: "Does Master Zhishan agree with Miss Weiluo's statement??"
Zhishan glanced at him coldly, stretched out a long white hand, pulled Hua Weiluo towards the direction where he was sitting, and then said in a cold voice: "Master, you think too much, some people
Personality is innate and has nothing to do with the rebellious period. If the young master finishes eating, we will continue on our way. Time is tight, so it is better not to sit here and chat."
"This..." Mr. Yun was speechless by Zhishan's words. He had to lower his head and finish all the noodles in his bowl, and then shouted to the waiter: "Waiter, check out!"
"Come on, objectively, it's fifty coppers in total!!" The waiter trotted up to them and replied with a smile.
"I'll get the money." Upon seeing this, Hua Weiluo quickly lowered his head and took out the money from the purse in his sleeve.
"No, let me give it to you." Mr. Yun reached out to stop her, then took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket and handed it to the waiter: "No need to look for it."
"Okay! Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! Please go slowly, sir!" The waiter took the piece of broken silver, put it on his teeth and bit it. After confirming that it was real silver, he was immediately happy.
After receiving the flowers, he quickly nodded and bowed and sent them out of the store.
Hua Weiluo turned around to look at the expressionless Zhishan, gently tugged on his sleeves and said, "Isn't this bad? The three of us ate four portions of noodles. How can we let Mr. Mu pay for them all alone?"
Where’s the money??”
"It doesn't matter." Zhishan glanced at Mr. Yun indifferently, and then said in a cold voice: "Who told someone to insist on taking our car."
"Yes, Miss Weiluo, you don't have to mind, just treat it as if I rented your car." After hearing Zhishan's words, Mr. Yun turned towards Hua Weiluo with a smile.
"Oh..." Hua Weiluo looked at him suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, and then said strangely: "I see that the young master is generous. He is definitely not from a small family. How come he didn't bring anyone with him when he went out, and he even rented a house?
Where’s such a broken carriage??”
"This..." Mr. Yun was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I ran out secretly."
