Han Churan smiled warmly. "Chuxue, what's wrong? You seem a bit unhappy."
Han Chuxue responded coldly, "Nothing. Why did you have time to come back today?"
"The company wasn't too busy, and I heard from Grandpa that Zhao Dong was here, so I thought I'd come back to see."
Han Chuxue sneered, "What does Zhao Dong's visit have to do with you?"
Perhaps sensing the sarcasm in Han Chuxue's words, Han Churan didn't back down. "Of course, it has to do with me," she retorted, her tone growing sharp. "Zhao Dong is a guest in our home, so naturally, I should come to see him! Besides, I've admired Zhao Dong for a long time. Seeing him today, he truly has an extraordinary bearing!"
Han Churan watched Zhao Dong with a smile, intentionally provoking Han Chuxue.
As expected, Han Chuxue's face flushed with anger. Gritting her teeth, she shot Zhao Dong a look that could kill.
