'You little brat. I really want to just give you a good thrashing!' Shen Weimin glared at her, gritting his teeth. He slowly released his grip. "You just wait!"
'So I'm not even allowed to tell the truth anymore!' Leaning on the edge of the kang, Xu Changqing quickly rubbed her legs, which had grown sore and numb from squatting. "Fine. Pretend I never said it."
'Isn't she going to bed?' Shen Weimin watched as she rubbed her knees, stood up, and then squatted back down again. He was torn between amusement and exasperation, and finally just sat up himself.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like? Why don't you just sleep here tonight?" 'Look at that, timid as a mouse again. This girl...' "Alright, I'll walk you back to your room so you can get some rest."
Xu Changqing quickly waved her hands in dismissal. "No need, I'm leaving right now. Just tell me—why did you suddenly bring up what that old man of Fang Li's might be doing? I'll leave as soon as I hear."
