Sing Xing Xing lamented that she was too slow to stop Lu Xun from opening the door.
She should have known that the person who would come over to her apartment to find her early morning would not be someone simple. The last time, it was her brother who had showed up at her apartment, giving her a surprise. This time, it was Song Yi.
Song Xing Xing had the urge to hide in her room and never came out again.
Unfortunately for her, Song Yi had already stepped into her apartment. He stopped in front of the dining area and stared at her with a blank look in his eyes.
Seeing the way he was looking at her, Song Xing Xing felt her scalp numbed.
"Cousin Brother." Her voice sounded fragile.
Song Yi shifted his gaze between the two of them alternately. Finally, his gaze stopped at her bandaged ankle. "What happened to you?"
"I sprained my ankle last night," Song Xing Xing answered. "Cousin Brother, why are you here?"