What Should Come, Will Come

Sang Minglang had just arrived at his previous residence.

He saw Ruan Xiaoshuang sitting silently by the door, hugging her knees with her head lowered. He didn't know what she was thinking.

Hearing the footsteps, a flash of surprise appeared in her eyes as she stood up in a hurry.

Sang Minglang looked down at her from above. "Ruan Xiaoshuang, are you really unable to find a man? Why do you keep coming to me?"

His tone was frivolous and cold. "Why? Am I that unforgettable in bed?"

Ruan Xiaoshuang bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. "Minglang, you know that I didn't come to you for that."

"Stop crying everytime you see me, you make it seem like I'm bullying you."

Seeing her like this, Sang Minglang felt a little irritated for some reason, "Didn't you want to see me? Well, what is it? Speak up."