The man's gaze paused for a moment, and he hung up the phone, beckoning slightly, "Come here."
Jiang Tan lit up like some small animal and hurried over to Zhou Yinghuai.
She was so young that she wouldn't even hide what she was thinking; her face revealed her clear emotions.
"How have you been living alone these past few days?"
"Pretty good," Jiang Tan said. "It's just too big. When I first came in, I almost got lost several times."
"Hmm, it's newly bought. I'm not familiar with it either."
The Mingyuan that once belonged to a museum is now the place where Young Master Zhou keeps his beauty hidden.
Zhou Yinghuai touched her hair, pleased to find it dry, "From now on, you have to blow-dry your hair like this before you can come out."
Jiang Tan stared unwaveringly at him, "Okay."
After she spoke, her face turned a bit red, and her eyes shone even brighter, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for caring!"
Zhou Yinghuai felt like laughing.
