“Are you a woman?!” Zhou Rong, inexplicably rebuffed, shouted at the door: “And, who gave you permission to use hot water like this! Do you know how many days I haven’t showered?!”
“Is he having a fit or something?” Zhou Rong, still angry, pointed at the door and asked Yan Hao. “…He was quite gentle with me just now,” Yan Hao said slowly. “Maybe you’re just too rough.”
“Those guys stayed,” ten minutes later, Zhou Rong sat on the bed edge, smoking and saying. Yan Hao leaned against the window sill, holding a cigarette in the exact same pose. The single room was filled with the smell of nicotine.
Si Nan wiped his wet hair with a towel while looking back and forth between the two, wondering why they weren’t spending time together and why they were squeezed in his room in the middle of the night. But he habitually didn’t ask, just briefly responded with an “ah” to show he understood.
“Why did you run away?” Zhou Rong frowned. “I was going to make that guy kowtow to you. Should I make him kowtow publicly tomorrow?”
Si Nan said: “No need.”
Zhou Rong and Yan Hao exchanged a glance.
“…Are you angry?” Zhou Rong probed.
Si Nan: “?”
“Aren’t Alphas always like this,” Si Nan said flatly, “It’s not the first time. What else can I do? Throw them out to fend for themselves?”
He turned his back to the mirror to dry his hair, not seeing Zhou Rong and Yan Hao’s expressions suddenly becoming complex.
After a while, Zhou Rong coughed, seemingly wanting to say something, but raised his hand and then put it down.
“Brother knows you don’t want them to stay here, but you can’t just kill them. If you let them go, they’ll be an unstable factor. It might be more troublesome if they deliberately come back to cause trouble…”
Si Nan nodded inexplicably.
“Moreover,” Zhou Rong paused and continued: “Those guys are shareholders of this fertilizer factory.”
Even Yan Hao was surprised: “Really?”
