Yan Nanfei's eyes dimmed as she held her backpack and stepped into the living room, only to see Lu Junxi staring straight at her, his gaze filled with profound displeasure. Annoyed, she snapped, "Why are you here?"
Before Lu Junxi could say anything, Mrs. Yan interjected, reprimanding her, "Nan Fei, is that how you talk to Junxi? So rude."
Yan Nanfei dismissed her coldly, "Yes, yes, he's polite. Why don't you make him your son instead?"
Leaning against the back of the sofa, Lu Junxi smirked mischievously, "Once we're married, won't I be half a son to you too, Auntie?"
"…" Yan Nanfei glared at him fiercely. This man really knew how to take advantage of the situation—unbelievable. "You all can chat; I'm going back to my room to rest."
"Nan Fei!" Mrs. Yan called out displeased. "Why are you always so sleepy? Junxi is still here; come sit and spend time with him."
