Ever since Meng Lang was packaged into the capital like a local specialty, he has been sharing the same courtyard with Yu Zichuan.
He neither took the initiative to find Meng Qianqian, nor did Meng Qianqian come to see him.
If it weren't for his surname being Meng, people in the mansion might not believe they were siblings.
Even Yu Li, the young master from the maternal side, holds a higher status in the mansion than he does.
This day, Meng Lang planned to muddle through it again, but unexpectedly, his room door was slammed open with a bang, and Tan'er stormed in with a fierce look.
As Meng Lang gnawed on a peach, he glanced at her, "What are you doing? You don't intend to catch me again, do you? Haven't you had enough?"
Tan'er crossed her arms, "Is 'you' some kind of delicacy? Beating 'you' every day? Do I have that much free time?"
Meng Lang was startled and incredulously retorted, "You don't? Then who is the one chasing me all day with cries to hit and kill?"
