In Meng Xin Zhi's view, this was a matter of principle.
"That floor is all my room, you know. I normally don't let anyone come up there. The furniture in the room you're staying in has been with me for over a decade, I'm attached to every piece," she said.
"Right, but it's a different room, and not the one you're currently living in, right?"
"You're right. Whatever the miss says goes," Nie Guangyi said, adopting a very agreeable demeanor.
Without waiting for Meng Xin Zhi's reply, he turned back to Zong Guang, "Uncle... I know you're not yet, but it could happen someday, couldn't it? But being a man means being forthright. Liking someone is nothing to be ashamed of, is it?"
Zong Guang was bewildered by Nie Guangyi's rapid-fire questions.
In this regard, he and Nie Guangyi were both alike and different.
The similarity was that the first thing he did when he got home was to tell his father about his feelings for Meng Xin Zhi.