Because of this unexpected incident, Yang Qizhou was in a terrible mood.
"That damn 'Beauty God's Appearance,' building a massive harem and enjoying every imaginable kind of beauty, yet still dares to ask a miserable single guy like me for help? Just go die already. I swear I'll add two more stabs when the time comes."
"Lamp Holder," Zhou Xu suddenly asked, "did someone from the 'Dark Star Moment' offend you?"
Yang Qizhou replied with a blank expression, "No, I'm fine, just asking for no reason…"
Envying a popular guy? Like hell he'd admit to something like that.
Shortly after, the two of them arrived at the first-floor living room. The 'Hermit' had been waiting for a while, legs pressed together on the couch, engrossed in a book titled *One Hundred Years of Solitude*. The moment the Hermit spotted Yang Qizhou, they hurriedly stood up.
"Sorry about that, the book's just so good—it's hard to put down." The Hermit waved the book for emphasis as they spoke.
