0TIT1RMLE8

117

translator: Eve
editor: xiin

Song Xuanhe didn’t give him a chance. He turned his phone to silent.

“Are you serious?” Zhou Nan took a bite of his bun. He widened his eyes, trying to give Song Xuanhe a reproaching glare, but he could not hide the schadenfreude from his eyes. “It’s one thing to treat me like this, but you even ignore Xiao Yuanmu’s calls?”

“Did you come over to my place this early in the morning just to gossip?” Song Xuanhe looked up. Who knew if the impatient look in his brows was from being woken up or from what Zhou Nan had said? In any case, it was directed towards Zhou Nan.

Zhou Nan shrugged and tactfully changed the subject. “You’ve been away for so long and are leaving for America in two days. I had to drag you out for some drinks.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Song Xuanhe corrected him. He then put down his chopsticks and got up. “Give me a second.”

“Tomorrow?” Zhou Nan was surprised. “Isn’t your show a week from now? Why are you leaving tomorrow?”

The only reply he got was the sound of Song Xuanhe’s door closing.

Ten minutes later, Song Xuanhe came out fully dressed. “Can we visit the Song Group first?”

“Are you being a good boy?” Zhou Nan teased. “Are you going to report to your dad?”

“I’m going to see my brother.” Song Xuanhe walked a few steps before asking Zhou Nan, “Did you hear about what Bai Mo said?”

“You know about that?” Zhou Nan frowned. “No one believed the nonsense he uttered. Don’t worry about it. He seems to have grown a brain and stopped speaking rubbish.”

“Are Jiang Deyi’s hands really ruined?”

Zhou Nan was taken aback. “Yeah…well, kind of.”

Song Xuanhe gave him a look. Zhou Nan said in a wronged tone, “How would I know whether he’s really crippled or not? He doesn’t appear in public often. Also, the only time he was seen, his hands were wrapped up. I can’t tell if it’s crippled or not unless he unwraps it.”

“Ah, but he’s also a designer. It would probably be really hard to work if you lost use of your hands.” Zhou Nan shook his head and sighed. “Who knows what kind of person that youngster offended? Although he wasn’t likeable, my feelings when I saw his hands were…complicated. What kind of deep grudge would cause someone to ruin another person’s hands? That’s a bit too ruthless.”

Song Xuanhe paused. His phone once again started to vibrate in his pocket. “Are we going or not?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Zhou Nan clicked his tongue. “Why did your patience get shorter after your trip….”

We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
Vbcu Wejctf’r mjg obiibkfv joafg Itbe Rjc’r. Pcrlvf atf delfa mjg, Vbcu Wejctf ajqqfv jujlcra tlr raffglcu ktffi, ilqr qegrfv.

【P cbalmfv atja sbeg fwbalbcr lcvfz lr gfjiis ibk jcv xffqr bc ojiilcu. P’nf cfnfg rffc cewyfgr ilxf atlr yfobgf. Dgbatfg, ktja’r kgbcu?】Coafg j qgbibcufv jyrfcmf, atf Vsrafw’r ybbglrt nblmf mjwf yjmx bcilcf. Pa rbecvfv j iba ilnfilfg atjc yfobgf.

Song Xuanhe stopped tapping against the wheel. “Nothing.”

The System asked：【You don’t usually tap against the steering wheel. From the humans I’ve observed, the person who taps against things the most is Xiao Yuanmu. Is the decrease in your emotions index related to this action?】