Yilin's line of sight was blocked by Yin Muchen's tall body. The man took long strides as he stepped out and closed the door behind him.
"Mmm," he hummed as he turned towards his study.
"Hey, Yin Muchen." Yilin chased after the man quickly. She looked up and studied him.
The man's shirt and trousers were in place, but there were obvious wrinkles. Some of them were caused by him kneeling on the bed, while some were scrunched up by the girl's little hand. He looked calm and composed. His right hand was in his pocket, and he unbuttoned a couple of buttons with his left hand, making him look uninhibited.
Yilin looked more and more skeptical. "Yin Muchen, be honest with me. What did you do with your sister in the room just now? Why do I feel..."
Yin Muchen entered the study. "Go to bed if you have nothing to do. Don't bother me. Play for a couple more days and I'll have someone take you back."
Boom! The man closed the door.
