In the bathroom, An Nan, brushing her teeth, stared at herself in the mirror, and a gentle curve appeared on her lips involuntarily.
What a wonderful morning.
Lin Mubai was in the room, waiting for a certain little woman to come out of the bathroom. He hadn't seen her yet, but the phone on the bed belonging to the little woman vibrated again. Hesitating slightly in his heart, he stepped forward to pick up the continuously vibrating phone, intending to give it to the little woman in the bathroom. But upon seeing the name displayed on the phone screen, his steps faltered.
Who is Youyou, calling so intimately?
Lin Mubai didn't want to admit at all that he was jealous over a name.
His original intent to give the phone to the little woman in the bathroom changed then, and a calculating look flashed in his long, dark eyes. After that, he turned his body, walking toward the balcony while unlocking the phone screen.
