Tang Zhou, under the guise of returning a cell phone, walked guiltily into the storage room, only to find Leng Chenmo making his bed, or rather, arranging the set of sofas he'd been 'forced' to sleep on.
"Hey, doesn't this bother you? Sleeping on a sofa every night, if I were in your shoes, I would have stormed off long ago," Tang Zhou tried to hide the remorse in his heart and his voice was void of guilt.
Leng Chenmo, having finished setting up his 'bed', turned around and met Tang Zhou's sheepish gaze. He said nothing, only flashed Tang Zhou a knowing smile.
Made uncomfortable by Leng Chenmo's grin, Tang Zhou blurted, "What are you smirking at?"
"Aw, girl, feeling sorry for me?" Leng Chenmo nonchalantly lounged on the sofa, arms stretched out casually over the back, legs crossed at ease. The mere gesture radiated an aura so potent that it made Tang Zhou feel as if he was under the spell of a siren. This was what he referred to as the boss's sit!
