"Even if it's under the eaves, there will still be dew, better find someone to take it early," Luo Cheng commented, "This afternoon we're sanding the walls here; there will be a lot of dust. If it takes too long, find something to cover it."
Luo Cheng kindly reminded her, but Yu Xiaoqian burst into tears and ran off.
Luo Cheng was dumbfounded.
"Did I say something wrong?" Luo Cheng asked Zhao Junxi.
"Looking ugly makes even your breathing wrong. Who allowed you to pretend to be kind?" Zhao Junxi retorted to Luo Cheng, then happily glanced at the persimmon tree, thinking about picking a few persimmons to taste later, wondering if they're sweet or not.
Luo Cheng rolled his eyes dramatically at Zhao Junxi, "She ran off, what about the piano? Just leave it there?"
