Why were they the ones negotiating?
Why not ask if she agrees?
Yan Yuanjing went upstairs, and Lan Mu followed suit. Yan Zao's gaze landed on Lan Mu's retreating figure, and she furrowed her brows.
Was he really planning to stay the night here?
What a joke!
It took her a while to snap out of it, and she hurried upstairs, pushed open Yan Yuanjing's room to find him sitting at his desk doing his homework, then she quickly closed the door again.
Turning around, she realized that the door to her room was unlocked, which alarmed her.
She strode over in two steps and pushed open the door.
In the small room, she looked around in one glance. Lan Mu was squatting in front of the cabinet beneath her writing desk, with the cabinet door open.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and saw Yan Zao without showing any guilt.
Before Yan Zao could speak, he frowned and asked, "You don't have any premarital property?"
As he asked, he moved closer to Yan Zao.
