"Yes," song Changlin replied with a nod.
"You saw everything but didn't beat him up," Lin Yiqian said.
At that time, terrified steamed bun must have been very disappointed.
"I can 't." Song Changlin could not help but reply.
Lin Yiqian knew that he was doing this for her sake.""Next time, you don't need to give me face. Just beat him up."
"Sure." Song Changlin chuckled.
At this moment, the servant came over with a cup of tea. Song Changlin picked up the cup with both hands but did not drink it. Instead, he looked down at the water in the cup.
"Are your classmates still living at your house?" Lin Yiqian asked.
Lin Yiqian had always been curious about song Changlin's classmates who were staying at his place. She had a strange feeling that there was something fishy about the man in the bathrobe she had seen at song Changlin's house the other day.
But he didn't know how to guess.
