Zhao Shiyun opened the door to find Hu Changhong standing outside. He thought to himself: Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Seeing the deep unhappiness on Hu Changhong's face, with his eyebrows scrunched together so tightly they looked like a furry ball, Zhao Shiyun guessed something unpleasant must have happened. Realizing it was not the time to ask too many questions, he hurried to invite Hu Changhong inside and greeted him warmly.
Hu Changhong practically had to drag his own body over to the sofa, collapsing onto it limply with no energy left. With a vacant gaze and a desolate expression, he sat there in silence, watching blankly as Zhao Shiyun poured tea nearby.
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