Feng Ling had no choice but to stay still. When Mr. Mike walked out of the bathroom, Feng Ling's body tightened.
Coincidentally, at this moment, Li Nanheng tugged down the buttons on his shirt. Feng Ling's hair instantly regained its freedom. She took a step back from the curtain, and the curtain was firmly blocked.
At this moment, Li Nanheng turned to look at the person outside the bathroom. He was still holding the button he had just taken off.
Mr. Mike looked at Li Nanheng in surprise. "What happened?"
"I was slightly injured. I just bandaged it." Li Nanheng's expression was calm and indifferent, as if there was nothing behind the curtain. He turned and walked out, casually tugging at the collar of his shirt. "It's not convenient for me to wear clothes with my left hand. I just put on my shirt, and the button was pulled off by a hook in the bathroom. I have to change into another one later. This is troublesome."
