In the second half of the night, Mu Yan finally had a good sleep, but when she got up and went downstairs the next day, she saw Zhuang Yi sitting in the living room.
A word popped into her mind, persistent spirit.
Even though she didn't want to see him, she maintained the demeanor a hostess should have in front of him.
"Mr. Zhuang, good morning."
Zhuang Yi saw her aloof manner and felt a slight bitterness in his heart, but he smiled and said, "No need to be so formal, just call me Brother like Ning Ze and the others."
Mu Yan nodded slightly, "Does Brother Zhuang want tea or juice?"
"No need." Zhuang Yi quickly said.
"Then tea it is." Mu Yan went straight to the kitchen.
She entered the kitchen, looked at Jiang Jingheng and frowned, "Why is he here?"
"I don't know either, he came uninvited." Jiang Jingheng replied.
He looked at her, "If you don't want to see him, go upstairs. I'll send him away in a while."
