A family moved next door to Lu Yu's house. This was nothing, but the male owner of the family seemed to be relying on him.
Lu Yu said coldly, "Don't rely on me."
Shen Chuan was washing the dishes and reluctantly turned his head to look at Lu Yu, who was pretending to be mature. "I'm not relying on you. Did you grab my collar yourself?"
"Do you insist on calling me at night?"
"Did you block me in..."
Taigong Shen fishes for Chongqing, and those who wish will take the bait
Intention: The wind is like wind, the rain is like rain, even a young boy can bear it