An Xiaowan staggered from the push. She was still holding the broom in her hand and suddenly rushed into the private room uncontrollably.
Fortunately, the lights in the private room were slightly ambiguous and dim, and everyone was immersed in their own thoughts and fun, so they did not notice her arrival.
she peeked at the man who was sitting there with his dark eyes. she pursed her lips, lowered her head, and walked over.
His handsome face was cold and lonely. His long and narrow eyes were slightly closed, and he looked slightly tired. His entire person seemed to have drifted away from this scene.
Yingluo probably wouldn't notice her.
An Xiaowan deliberately put some distance between them. She gently reached over with a broom and swept all the broken pieces at his feet into the basket. Then, she heaved a sigh of relief, quickly bent down, and wanted to take her things and leave.
Suddenly, Huo Shen's eyes narrowed.
