"What are you doing?" Lan Haiyang asked in surprise when he entered Cheng Jian's room and saw him packing a suitcase.
"Packing. Xuan Chaya is coming to pick me up. I told you about this before." Cheng Jian replied without sparing Lan Haiyang a glance.
"You don't mean it." Lan Haiyang blinked in disbelief as he spoke.
Cheng Jian looked up at him for a moment and continued packing. "Don't mean what?"
Picking up Cheng Jian's toothbrush from the suitcase, he glanced at it thoughtlessly and said, "Come on. I know all of your mental faculties aren't in order, but even you can't be that stupid."
Cheng Jian sighed, collected the toothbrush from Lan Haiyang and returned it to the suitcase. "I don't understand half the things you say sometimes."
"I'm saying you can't pack up your bags and go live with a stranger. It doesn't make any sense."
"He's not a stranger. I've met him before."