Hearing Meng Yuan's low voice full of anger, Zhao Ling froze for a moment.
What's wrong with this guy? Didn't he sleep well just now?
She stepped forward quickly and pushed open the door, but the sight in front of her surprised her.
She saw Meng Yuan leaning on the head of the bed, looking as if he had just woken up, with only a robe casually draped over his white undergarment, glaring at a woman kneeling on the ground.
The woman was petite, and she was laying on the ground with her head bowed. It was actually Qingluo!
Hearing the footsteps, Qingluo raised her head and saw Zhao Ling. A bit of panic flashed across her face, but she immediately put on a sullen expression. She got up and ran to Zhao Ling. A pair of watery hazel eyes looked at her eagerly, as if trying to explain something.
When Meng Yuan saw Zhao Ling coming in, his anger reduced a little, and his tone softened slightly.
