“Thanks, son!”

“Mmm,” grunted Su Han in response.

“Eh?”

“What’s the matter?” Su Ran’s voice made Su Han a little bit nervous.

“This is from the place that I have ordered from the other day!” Su Ran’s eyes beamed when she saw the logo on the cup.

“What you looking at me for?” Not being able to handle being stared at by Su Ran anymore, Su Han finally looked back over and asked with a look of resentment.

“Oh, I just want to see if you are tired from waiting for me,” said Su Ran smoothly.

“Of course not,” said Su Han. Then, pausing for a little, he grumbled softly, “Plus I haven’t been waiting for that long anyway.”

Su Ran walked out of Yu LeLe's Studio. She was just about to flag down a taxi after she had walked out of the building when she caught sight of a familiar silhouette.

The adolescence boy who had already been getting taller had his backpack on him. He was leaning against a pole next to the building carrying a bag of sort in his hand.

Sitting in front of the Lu’s dinner table, Lu BoYang uploaded a video clip that he had recorded stealthily into the chat group and added, “I can’t express it very well. Why don’t you see for yourself?”

After that, the video stirred up thousand-level waves inside the group chat.

Peeking at the conversation between the four fools, Lu BoYang lamented that: I was right. Today, or better yet, lately, the Dark Lord just hasn’t been himself.