Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqi stared at him, “You can compose poetry?”
“Of course. Have you heard of ‘Flying Bird and Fish’?”
“…No.”
“What about ‘A Generation’?”
“….Never heard of it.”
“Alright. Then, forget that I said anything!”
Zhang Yuanqi seemed a little interested. She said in a deadpan manner, “Go sit at the coffee table.” There was only one chair in the house. With Zhang Ye standing up, Zhang Yuanqi sat down.
Zhang Ye no longer had the energy to care about this, “They are bullies!”
Zhang Yuanqi must have finished her work, as she began speaking to Zhang Ye, “Everything has a cause. Go look at the first person who questioned you, Meng Dongguo’s, Weibo.”