Siheyuan: He Daqing Leaves Home? I Don't Need Him

“Yuzhu, open up. It’s me.” The voice was low and familiar. It was Xu Damao. He Yuzhu frowned, walked over, and opened the door. “Xu Damao? What are you doing here?” Xu Damao was holding two bottles of liquor, a wide smile plastered across his face. “Relax, I’m not here to start trouble. I figured that whole scene just now must have put you in a bad mood, so I brought over some drinks. Let’s have a glass and cheer up.”