Hearing this, Lin Kuang was terribly frustrated. What is this nonsense? This old man is something else…
Zhantai Mingyue returned after clearing away the dishes. I have to admit, she's surprisingly domestic, Lin Kuang thought, quite satisfied.
"Hey, take me shopping. I don't like these clothes," Zhantai Mingyue said plaintively, coming to stand before him.
"Lady, what time is it? The malls aren't even open yet. Where am I supposed to take you?" Lin Kuang said, exasperated.
"It's so late already, why aren't they open?" Zhantai Mingyue asked irritably.
"You call this late? Late? It's not even eight in the morning yet!" Lin Kuang snapped, glaring at her.
"You're being mean to me again," Zhantai Mingyue said with an aggrieved pout.
Seeing this, Lin Kuang felt like killing himself. I really want to kill myself. This is so damn frustrating!
"Hmph! I'm going to tell Grandpa on you!" Zhantai Mingyue huffed, turning to leave.
