Rong Yan exhaled and resignedly closed her mouth. Alright, she wasn't exactly a pushover to begin with; she had only wanted to avoid trouble because she feared implicating him. Since he had put it that way, she felt it was awkward to continue.
After they finished their spicy and sour noodles, they returned to Dihor Garden.
Every light in the house was off. Rong Yan turned on the lights, dropped her bag, and was so exhausted that she wished she could just sprawl out on the bed and not move at all. Fighting the fatigue, she mustered the strength to take a bath, brush her teeth, and wash up; afterwards, she was completely out of energy. Not wanting to push herself further, she pulled back the covers and climbed into bed.
As her stiff and weary back hit the soft mattress, Rong Yan let out a contented sigh. Her whole body relaxed...
"Ding ding—"
Just then, her phone vibrated twice.
She reached out to grab the phone that was by her pillow.
It was a video call request from Baby Rong.
