"I've waited for you for quite a while now. Brother, you've finished that entire pot of tea and you still haven't said anything. Seeing that you've come looking for me, surely you're not thinking of asking for this house back but can't bring yourself to say it?"
"That's not it," Lu Yan hurriedly refuted.
"Then, spit it out. You're like a woman! Dilly dallying like an old granny! Missy Lu!" Qi Qingyao mocked him deliberately.
Lu Yan frowned. His expression became ghastly but he remained silent. His gaze was extremely morose.
The look he was giving Qi Qingyao seemed to betray a feeling of desperation.
Qi Qingyao was taken aback by this. She somehow sensed that the atmosphere today was different from yesterday's. She instantly knew that she had taken the joke too far and quickly said, "I was jesting, don't look at me with that despondent look on your face."