The sound of yelling and commotion outside came through clearly.
Yilan harshly threw the pillow aside, holding her head in despair.
"Ah!"
"Nan Yunze, you bastard!"
She couldn't curse his mother, so she could only curse him to vent.
…
"Who are you calling a bastard?"
A deep voice came in.
Along with that voice, a tall figure walked in.
He was dressed in black, with long hair tied high, wearing a Yuzhe Crown, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a smooth build, and walked with a brisk stride.
A gust of cold wind followed him through the door.
Yilan was a bit surprised but still climbed up and asked irritably.
"Why are you back?"
Nan Yunze replied flatly.
"Why? This is my house, shouldn't I come back?"
Yilan was even more exasperated.
"This is my courtyard!"
"But it's also my home!" Nan Yunze said with a straight face.
"You..."
Yilan thought for a moment and decided not to argue with him.
"I'm not going to talk much with you!"
