NOVPUBChapter 68: 68, does it want to watch, or does he want to watch?
Chapter 68: 68, does it want to watch, or does he want to watch?
Shi Yuhuan glanced at Zishi, then looked out the window, his dark pupils narrowing slightly.
He bent down to pick up the remote control from the coffee table and gently pressed a button. Immediately, the wall in front of him opened slowly, revealing a large liquid crystal screen.
“If you’re so fond of it, then have a look,” he said, gently pressing another button.
Immediately on the screen, the dining room and living room of the front mansion appeared, and Song Qinghuan was sitting at the dining table, eating heartily.
As she ate, she muttered angrily, “Dead man, rotten man, psycho, bastard, villain, rotten egg… !”#$#R#…”
She continued spewing a tirade of swear words with every bite, unable to stop herself.
Zishi, lying nearby, sneaked a glance at its owner, seemingly confused: Did you open it because you wanted to watch, or did you think I wanted to watch? 𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑝𝘶𝘣.𝑐𝘰𝘮
However, it quickly shifted its gaze to Song Qinghuan on the screen, sticking out its tongue to show its fondness.
A burst of urgent ringing sound, Song Qinghuan’s phone rang.
She answered the call and activated the speakerphone, continuing to eat while on the phone, “What do you want!”
The call was from her good friend Mei Jun, whose disgruntled tone slightly wrinkled her eyebrows: “What’s the matter, Huanhuan? I noticed something’s off with you lately! Tell me, are you hiding something from me?”
Song Qinghuan grumbled, took a bite, and answered vaguely, “I don’t understand what you mean, how am I acting strange?”
Mei Jun scoffed a few times, “It’s Saturday today, and you didn’t call me.”
Following her lead, Song Qinghuan also scoffed, “I’ve had many Saturdays when I didn’t call you, I have more friends than just you.”
Mei Jun retorted, “You call me every Saturday. If you didn’t this week, it can only be because you called me the day before, knowing that I won’t have time for you.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Song Qinghuan didn’t want to argue with her further, “I’m having dinner. If there’s nothing else, I will hang up -”
Mei Jun interrupted her, “Wait, Huanhuan, are you in a relationship?”
Song Qinghuan rolled her eyes at her response: “Is it with you?”
Mei Jun pondered, there was silence on the other side of the phone. Just as Song Qinghuan was about to hang up again, Mei Jun finally said, “I went to your rental place today. They said you moved, and a man helped you move. Qinghuan, isn’t your brother missing?”
“Oh, yeah, I moved. It’s not my brother, it’s my husband!” Song Qinghuan said nonchalantly.
This, however, gave Mei Jun a good scare, she nearly fell off the chair she was sitting on, “What did you say?”
