Shu Run stood awkwardly outside the door, the splashing sounds coming from the inside only adding to his embarrassment.
What on earth was wrong with Mr. Yun? He seemed unable to stop at the sight of Longjing tea from West Lake.
This Room A of the FB reception hall was, after all, used to greet distinguished guests like the old master, Deng Jiaru, and Qiaoqiao.
The soundproofing of the restroom was top-notch.
How bad must the condition of the person inside be to create such a noise?
The thought brought a smile to Shu Run's face.
A man who appears as handsome and composed as Yun Mo is likely to be more embarrassed than him when he comes out.
Not wanting to feel too awkward, Shu Run moved away from his original spot.
When Yun Qing emerged from the restroom, Shu Run thought he looked slimmer.
But pretending to know nothing, he relayed a few words to Yun Qing that Yun Mo would soon be there, and then left.
Yet there sat Yun Qing, on the sofa, endlessly waiting for Yun Mo.
