Meng Chuyuan heard the door creak. She stopped curiously and turned around.
Qi Yan realized that she had not put on makeup. Before Meng Chuyuan could look over, she immediately closed the door.
Coincidentally, right before she entered her room, Meng Chuyuan saw her closing the door in a panic.
"…" What was she doing?
Meng Chuyuan frowned in confusion and stared at Qi Yan's closed door for a while.
Qi Yan heaved a sigh of relief. She felt that Meng Chuyuan probably did not see her just now.
She secretly opened the door a crack to see what was going on outside, only to find Meng Chuyuan's gaze on the door in front of her.
"Are you planning not to come out?" Meng Chuyuan's gaze had not moved away. She had naturally seen Qi Yan's micro gestures just now.
Qi Yan did not respond to her question directly. Instead, she asked, "When can you finish sweeping?"
