Jiang Yanzhou lulled Lu Yang to sleep, closed his eyes to rest for nearly an hour, and slowly opened his eyes.
As he opened his eyes, aided by the dim light, his gaze fell on her face, slowly examining her.
In the dark night, a faint sigh could be heard, tinged with a hint of helplessness.
"Lu Yang, what should I do with you?" he mused inwardly.
Jiang Yanzhou's eyelids drooped, and his fingertips gently scratched her nose. He watched for a moment, then slowly withdrew his arm, tucked her in tightly with the blanket, adjusted the air conditioning temperature, and quietly left the room.
Jiang Yanzhou picked up a bottle of alcohol, filled a glass, his well-defined knuckles holding the glass, he drank most of it, letting some of the liquid trickle through his fingers without paying it any mind.
He picked up his phone and quickly swiped his finger to dial a number.
