Ruan Xingwen turned back to the bedroom.
"Hmm? Isn't there one at the door?" Little Yuan asked in confusion.
Soon, Ruan Xingwen came out of the bedroom, holding a slightly smaller light-colored knitted cardigan.
He walked up to Little Yuan and handed her the cardigan, "Here, put it on a bit. It gets cooler in the evening, don't catch a cold. I bought this a few years ago, can't wear it now, so I kept it clean after washing. It's clean."
Feeling the residual warmth from Ruan Xingwen in the cardigan, Little Yuan suddenly felt a bit emotional.
If she didn't know Ruan Xingwen liked boys, she'd definitely pursue him "madly."
Ah, such a thoughtful boy, who knows which jerk will end up with him!
Little Yuan thought angrily to herself.
Little did she know, Yu, who was dealing with urgent documents in the office far away, inexplicably sneezed.
Just then, Zhang He opened the door and walked in, hearing Yu Xiaozhe's sneeze, he asked:
"What's up? Got a cold?"
