Xiao Yixing: "..."

He frowned slightly.

The expression on his face was somewhat subtle for a moment.

It seemed like he was wondering if this was something Huo Qi could actually say??

With his level of intelligence, really?

He had just formed some different opinions about him, but the next second, he heard Huo Qi say again:

"By the way, professor, about the incident three days ago, I’m sorry."

It seemed like he had a knack for bringing up the most embarrassing topics, Xiao Yixing’s expression changed instantly.

He wiped his face, spitting out a few words: "Shut up!"

Huo Qi’s lips moved slightly, about to speak but then stopped.

Never mind, since he didn’t want to talk about that day, he wouldn’t bring it up either.

Let’s just pretend nothing happened that day.

But after he cleaned up the mess on the floor, he couldn’t help but say: "That old man from that day, is he your father, Professor?"

He glanced over, his eyes somewhat flickering.

Hearing this, Xiao Yixing cast a cold glance: "What else?"

Wasn’t that an obvious question?

He had clearly heard the man calling him son that day.

Huo Qi awkwardly touched his nose, letting out a dry laugh. All his previous boldness was gone, replaced by an awkward helplessness.

After finishing up, he stood there, not knowing what to do.

Since Xiao Yixing hadn’t spoken, he didn’t dare move or sit down at will.

But speaking was worse than staying silent.

Xiao Yixing: "You’ve delivered the things and cleaned up the floor, what are you staying here for?"

With this said, Huo Qi’s eyes widened immediately: "Hey, wait, Xiao Yixing you..."

He spoke, pointing incredulously at him, then at himself, raising an eyebrow: "You used me and now kicked me out?"

Xiao Yixing turned his wheelchair and walked toward the bedroom without even glancing at him, coldly saying: "Who was it that said they’d take my last name if they ever looked for me again."

"Hey, I—"

Huo Qi was rendered speechless by his words, his face alternating between red and white, but seeing him leave, he still pursued him.

"Wait, wait, Xiao Yixing, let’s make things clear between us, what on earth is going on between us?"

Huo Qi chased after him.

Inside the bedroom, the room was clean and tidy. There were very few things placed in the bedroom, all arranged in size order—a typical case of compulsive cleanliness.

"What’s there to go on about!" he said with an icy tone.

Huo Qi became anxious, gritting his teeth: "Xiao Yixing, don’t pretend to be confused... Ah—!"

And there was a carpet inside the bedroom too. When Huo Qi chased up, he didn’t notice the carpet at his feet and stumbled forward, stepping on his own foot and lunging towards Xiao Yixing’s wheelchair.

With a loud shout, the neat and tidy room instantly—became a mess...!

With a thump, the wheelchair toppled over.

As he fell, he hurriedly grabbed onto something in the air, which turned out to be the neatly made bedspread, which he yanked into disarray.

And he ended up crashing onto someone.

Xiao Yixing let out a muffled groan, his face pale, looking quite unwell.

The wheelchair was in a lopsided mess.

Huo Qi’s head had landed on his chest, with one hand propped on the floor on either side of Xiao Yixing.

Their position was exceptionally...

Indescribable.

When Huo Qi gradually came to his senses and looked at their posture, he: "..."

Xiao Yixing looked back at him with an icy gaze, but there seemed to be some other meaning hidden within.