But—
Lu Zishu, who hadn't fully understood yet, didn't get this at all.
He looked at Yang Men as if she were an idiot and bluntly said, "Yang Men, are you out of your mind? Can't you wipe your own chair? Your pants are white, mine are black, so does that mean I have to wash them? What's wrong with you?" After saying that, he turned his head away, dismissing Yang Men's pouting as a fit of madness.
Ruan Jiaojiao, who was sipping red date tea, almost spat it out. To cover up her loss of composure, she quickly turned to Yang Tao and asked, "Xiaotiao, do you want some tea? This is red date tea, my grandma says it's the best for girls."
Yang Tao was just thirsty and also wanted to suppress her amusement, so she eagerly nodded, got up, and went to the back table to grab a cup.
Ruan Jiaojiao poured her a cup, and the two clinked cups in agreement. As they sipped, they both saw the mirth in each other's eyes.
