When the door of the second bedroom opened, Lin Mubai knew it, and he looked up with surprise. Upon seeing the figure walking toward him, his face was instantly replaced by a faint disappointment. An Jiayou caught his entire reaction, without missing a bit, and couldn't help but want to sigh quietly. Was such obvious preferential treatment necessary? Thinking this way, he still held the quilt in his hands, walking forward step by step.
Maybe because there was a slight mind of concern, An Jiayou didn't say a word and just tossed the quilt onto the other person before turning to leave.
Lin Mubai called him back quickly from behind: "Jiayou, can we talk?"
