Fan Tianyu was absent-minded, as if he hadn't heard what Mei Mengzhen said. "Huh? What?"
"I asked you why you're home and not at Xiyuan."
Fan Tianyu said, "Can't I give myself a day off? I'm the boss and I'm at Xiyuan 366 days a year. Today I just want to take a break."
"You can take off as many days as you want. But Brother Tianyu, you're acting weird today—something's up, isn't it?"
Fan Tianyu shook his head. "Nothing's up."
"Even if nothing's wrong you could at least act like it, right? Anyone can see you've got something on your mind. If you don't want to talk about it, fine, I won't push you—everyone's got secrets. But Brother Tianyu, whatever's going on, if you can't solve it just talk to us. Three heads are better than one Zhuge Liang! Don't keep everything bottled up and go astray in silence."
To Fan Tianyu, Mei Mengzhen's words sounded a bit off, but Mei Mengzhen herself just felt that Fan Tianyu was always a bit scatterbrained—it's normal if he screwed up.
