The image of a helpless and disheveled-looking Yan Rusheng plucking coconuts in the coconut forest appeared in Wen Xuxu's mind. It was hilarious and adorable and… made her heart ache.
She couldn't help it as the corners of her mouth curled up.
She grabbed the doorknob, twisted it and gently opened the door.
Yan Rusheng was lying lazily on his bed and a laptop was placed on his legs. His eyes were fixated on the laptop screen and he was in the middle of a video call.
He raised his head, glanced at Xuxu and he furrowed his eyebrows. His lethargy was gone in an instant as he pulled himself together and put on his usual cold and grim expression.
Both of them had been competing in various fields ever since they were young. Young Master Yan had only ever displayed the impregnable and aloof side of him in front of Xuxu.
