After some thought, Murong Qiao knocked on the door.
She didn't have the habit of eavesdropping, let alone that she was more worried about Tang Huai's condition.
"…I'm sorry, I want to rest." Tang Huai's refusal came from inside.
Murong Qiao said, "It's me."
As soon as she spoke, the unyielding voice inside immediately subsided for a moment.
Murong Qiao stood at the door. She didn't want to force her way in without permission.
In silence, just as Murong Qiao thought that she would really return empty-handed, the door in front of her suddenly opened.
The person who came to open the door was naturally not Tang Huai, but Tang Yu, whom she had met once last time.
"We meet again." The other party smiled at her, but the emotions revealed in his eyes didn't look very good.
Murong Qiao also understood. Seeing that this meant that they wanted her to go in, she stuck her head in to take a look.
