The air fell silent for two seconds before Song Xi, with lightning speed, darted to the corner. She was mortified to death.
Lou Yuming, however, remained remarkably calm, even suggesting with an unblinking face, "That position isn't bad either. We can try it next time."
Song Xi grabbed a pack of tissues and threw it at him.
Lou Yuming caught it steadily, his gaze a mix of teasing and seriousness, "Or how about now?"
"Lou Yuming!"
She was about to explode.
Seeing that he had pushed his luck enough, Lou Yuming reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, as if it were her destiny, "No one dares to call me by my name like that. You have no manners at all."
He added in a magnanimous tone, "Let this be the last time."
Song Xi gritted her teeth in anger, about to retort, when she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket.
She took it out and saw it was from the hospital!
A call at this hour must be important!
She immediately perked up, glanced warily at Lou Yuming, and with a flushed face and steady heart, lied, "There's something at school. I need to go back."
Lou Yuming was not interested in her affairs and didn't ask further. He told Yao Yifan to park the car anywhere convenient.
Before leaving, he intended to say a few more words. To his surprise, the little one left without looking back, not even saying goodbye.
Lou Yuming stared at her hasty retreating figure and snorted, "It seems it's time to find someone to teach her some manners."
Yao Yifan, like an emotionless machine, agreed, "What you say is right, sir."
Lou Yuming cast a faint glance at him, "You arrange this."
Yao Yifan's calm features froze.
He showed a look of difficulty, and after a pause, carefully squeezed out, "Butler Lu seems to be… a good candidate."
He had forgotten about that rigid and pedantic old woman in the Lou family, whose bones were etched with formalities. Having her teach was quite fitting.
Lou Yuming's eyes narrowed, as if a hint of interest had sparked, "Return to the old house."
Meanwhile, at the old house.
Zhang Qi was tearfully complaining to his mother.
"Mom, my uncle is too much! How could he have my bank card frozen? If Miss Anna hadn't been here today, I would have been completely humiliated!"
Mother Zhang, seeing his aggrieved state, melted. While stroking his head to comfort him, she sharply caught onto a word, "Which Miss Anna?"
"Of course, it's my uncle's girlfriend!"
"Girlfriend! When did he get one? How come I didn't know?"
Zhang Qi feigned wiping away tears, "Mom, you're getting off track. The important thing now isn't the girlfriend, it's my bank card, my bank card!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Mom will help you figure something out!"
Mother Zhang looked at Zhang Father, who was silently reading the newspaper and news, and couldn't help but scold, "Our son is being bullied like this and you still won't say a word? All day you just read this useless stuff, and in the end, you have to grovel to someone surnamed Lou just to use your own family's money!"
"And now he's unilaterally frozen Qi'er's bank card. What right does he have to do this! Zhang Bowen, say something! You useless man! Marrying you, I, Gao Lin, must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes! I'm telling you, you're a coward, but I, Gao Lin, am not! This money is from our Zhang family, and he, Lou Yuming, is just a… "
Bang—!
The door was pushed open.
A tall, imposing figure strode in against the light.
Lou Yuming casually unbuttoned his suit jacket, sat on the single sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at Gao Lin, who was now stunned, with a half-smile.
"What are you chatting about that's so happy?"