But at this time, wanting to move out was impossible anyway.
Forget it, I'll talk about it later.
The tall guy who's 190 cm could only curl up on the sofa to sleep tonight.
Was this self-inflicted?
Even if it was, would he take it as sweet sorrow?
Inside the room.
Lu Jing flopped onto the bed huffily, and when his gaze accidentally swept over the two pillows and the thin quilt on the bed, he paused.
But he quickly recovered.
Why worry so much?
That guy's as strong as an ox, he wouldn't catch a cold even without a quilt.
With that thought, he instantly stopped worrying.
Because he had to work early the next morning, he soon forced himself to fall asleep.
As for Captain Jiang on the living room sofa, he probably never dreamed that he'd have a day when he'd be a 'Hall Captain.'
If this got out, wouldn't it shock everyone's jaw to the floor?
The next day.
Someone knocked on the door early in the morning.
