Till now, he still couldn't believe that he had spent the night here together with Wen Xuxu's grandfather.
Excessive drinking indeed botched things up. He has yet to bed her and now…
Yan Rusheng felt vexed and annoyed. But what's done cannot be undone, and he had to accept it. Moreover, it seemed that the Old Master had changed his negative impression of him.
He consoled himself as he strode towards the room entrance.
All of a sudden, Old Master Wen returned and stood at the door. He was hurrying him. "Are you done?"
"I'm coming." He quickened his steps as he went forward to the Old Master.
The Old Master averted his gaze towards the bed behind Yan Rusheng and frowned. "Why haven't you smoothened out the quilt?"
"Tsk!" It stunned Yan Rusheng. Why must he do that?
He almost blurted out this question: "Why was there a need for him to make the bed?"