A rotten smell entered Murong Qiao's nose. It was still filled with the strong smell of alcohol and suffocation.
"I'm sorry, Qiaoqiao…" Nan Xuan whispered to her.
Ever since he moved in with Nan Jin, he had not paid much attention to the living environment in Nan Kang's house.
As soon as the door opened, the large bags of trash piled at the entrance made people feel a little lost.
Nan Xuan frowned and barely cleared a path. Then, he opened the window to ventilate the room. He only hoped that his actions in the past few minutes would leave a better impression on Murong Qiao.
Murong Qiao covered her mouth and nose and looked at the environment in front of her without saying anything.
However, Nan Kang was already used to it. "Qiaoqiao, come and sit."
He patted the sofa beside him and invited Murong Qiao warmly.
