Duan Yue pursed his lips disdainfully. "I didn't want to return, yet the old geezer insisted on it and forced me to."
The moment he stepped inside that family's door, the quarrels never ceased, and it was frustrating him to death. A bunch of big and small trifles kept hindering him, preventing him from cheerfully finding his Qiaoqiao to spill his grievances.
"Qiaoqiao, where did you run to these two plus years? Do you know how hard I looked for you…"
"Sorry, I've made you worry."
Duan Yue's eyes brightened, and he promptly started garrulously reminiscing the past without end, completely ignoring Crown Prince Mo's occasional stabbing gaze.
