Owen glanced at Anita's back and turned back to continue drying his hair while looking around the house. As expected, with a few bouquets of flowers, the house looked very different. Now, the house looked lively and cozy.
After looking around the room, Owen's hair was almost dry, so he was about to put the towel in the bathroom first. "Anita, your phone is ringing," Owen said into the bedroom while glancing at the phone on the sofa.
After what had happened last time, Owen didn't want to casually look through Anita's phone again. On the one hand, it was out of trust, and on the other hand, he felt that Anita should have her own space.
Anita had just taken her pajamas and entered the washroom. It was not convenient for her to go out and look at her phone now, and she thought that it was nothing important anyway.
So she opened the door and said slightly louder towards the outside of the bedroom, "It might be a message from my teacher. Help me take a look."
