That evening, Juyan was still sulking. Nanny Zhang, fearing that a slip of the tongue might set him off, stayed out of sight, hiding in her room to eat instant noodles.
Jubaoge also kept his distance, sitting far away to avoid stirring up trouble.
I sat across from Juyan, watching as he coldly shoveled food onto my plate, and couldn’t help but want to laugh. Yan Luo had truly touched a sore spot; the wound was still raw, and Juyan hadn't recovered yet.
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