Jian Qing's brows knitted lightly in frustration as Shen Hua let go of his hand, curling her fingertip to flick his forehead lightly, "Annoying little thing."
After lingering for a few minutes, Shen Hua turned and walked out, only to run into Shen Yan, who had just returned. He put on a stern face, "What are you doing back here?"
"And you, brother, didn't you leave?" Shen Yan, leaning against the doorway, looked at him meaningfully.
Shen Hua coughed lightly and said, "I just left something in there."
"What a coincidence, I also left something inside." Shen Yan replied with a faint smile.
Shen Hua gave him a cold glance and turned to leave.
Watching his retreating figure, Shen Yan couldn't help but recall his earlier actions in the room, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
Actually, his brother was also quite fond of Seventeen and Nineteen.
He stepped inside, picked up the phone that was left in the room, glanced at the two little ones fast asleep, and walked out on tiptoes.
