In the eyes of the woman, Lan Yanzhi looked like he could hardly wait to fly back to his beloved from the way he was rushing towards Mu Sihan.
Although the woman was unwilling, she had to admit that the two of them sitting together was super pleasing to the eyes.
Thinking about it, a flirtatious and charming young master, could probably only be conquered by the arrogant and wild Young Master Mu. If they did anything more, it would probably make her nose bleed to death.
Lan Yanzhi had his heart set on Mu Sihan's phone. If he had known the thoughts of the woman, he would have kicked her away and retorted, "Having an overactive imagination is an illness, you should treat it!"
Mu Sihan had received a picture of Nan Zhi, who had just come out of the bathroom wearing a nightgown after taking a bath. Her long brown hair was wet over her shoulders. She was holding a towel with two hands and she was wiping off the beads of water from her hair with her head tilted.
