Lan Chuan seemed to have expected her answer, and there was not much surprise or disappointment on his face. After a pause, he spoke again: "Miss Zhuang, I know that Jing Bi has a hot temper, and she once said something to Miss Zhuang.
Bad words. But she is actually a very simple person and has absolutely no intention of harming anyone, so Miss Zhuang——"
"Mr. Lan." Zhuang Yibo understood the meaning of his words and interrupted him before he finished speaking, saying, "I have just said that because I don't understand these things, I can't help. This has nothing to do with Jing.
It doesn’t matter Miss Bi. The person who had the accident today is her, you, or anyone else. My answer is the same."
After saying that, Zhuang Yibo didn't look at him anymore, only looked down at the fire.
Seeing this, Lan Chuan couldn't say anything more. When he turned around, he found Shen Wangjin walking down the stairs.
"Brother Jin." Seeing him, Lan Chuan shouted quickly.
When Zhuang Yibo heard the sound, he also walked to the kitchen door and took a look. Seeing that Shen Wangjin had gone downstairs, he couldn't help but said: "Why did you get up so early today? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Shen Wangjin waved his hand to indicate that he had slept enough, and then looked at Lan Chuan again and said, "Why are you here?"
Lan Chuan said: "There are some things I want to discuss with Brother Jin."
After hearing this, Shen Wangjin looked at him lightly and said, "What's the matter? Tell me."
Lan Chuan hesitated for a moment and then said, "Brother Jin, can we go to the study to talk?"
Seeing his appearance, Shen Wangjin nodded lightly, turned around and went upstairs again.
In the kitchen, Zhuang Yibo was holding on to her pot of soup. Seeing that the time had finally arrived, she turned off the fire, turned around and went upstairs.
Passing by Shen Wangjin's study, Zhuang Yibo went straight back to his room without stopping.
She had nothing else to do, so she picked up a book and sat by the window to read.
It was late autumn, the days were short and the nights were long. It was only four o'clock when Zhuang Yibo sat down. Not long after, the sun had gradually set, leaving only the glow filling the sky.
She didn't turn on the light, and sat by the window as usual, reading the book in her hand in the light outside the window.
However, by the time Shen Wangjin pushed open the door and walked in, she had only read about ten pages of the book in her hand.
Zhuang Yibo clearly heard the sound of him entering the door, and caught a glimpse of his figure from the corner of his eye, but he just pretended not to notice it and continued to lower his head and read.
Shen Wangjin walked straight up to her and lit the floor lamp behind her.
The dim light suddenly became brighter. Shen Wangjin glanced at the words on the page of her book, and then said with a faint smile: "Starting reading a new book again?"
Zhuang Yibo closed the pages of the book slightly, as if he was guarding against him.
The more she behaved like this, the more Shen Wangjin came closer. Zhuang Yibo seemed to be a little impatient. He closed the page with a "snap" and stood up to walk away.
She bumped into Shen Wangjin's shoulder as she stood up. Shen Wangjin groaned and suddenly took a step back slightly.
Zhuang Yibo's expression changed instantly, and he quickly stretched out his hand to hold him, "What's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?"
Shen Wangjin only responded in a low voice, and she stretched out her hand to help him, and he lay down on her bed.
Zhuang Yibo was anxious to see the injured area on his chest. The moment he unbuttoned his shirt, he suddenly realized something and raised his eyes to look at him.
There was no sign of pain on Shen Wangjin's face. Instead, he looked at her calmly and calmly.
Zhuang Yibo suddenly glared at him, "You lied to me?"