No Good

Staying true to her words, Xiang Wai did come to the Zhai Family House with her drinks. However, she didn't enter. Instead, she chose to pick up her brother and took him to her own apartment.

"What is this place?" Xian Weimin asked as he entered through the door.

"It's my apartment," replied Xiang Wai.

Xiang Weimin vaguely recalled it and asked, "The one dad gifted you on your eighteenth birthday?"

"Yup."

"How many days have you even lived here?" he asked. "This apartment must be cursing you for being its owner."

"It's okay. I am used to curses. It doesn't even affect me anymore," replied Xiang Wai as she took out the drinks and placed them on the table in the living room. "In fact, I've managed to place a filter in my ears. I only hear things that I want to hear. The rest goes to the trash folder."

Xiang Weimin chuckled at her response and came to sit down. Placing his crutches aside, he leaned back on the sofa comfortably.