"There's no reason for him to look after you - he's even living with you. Tian Tian, why are you hiding this from me?"
Mother Lu looked around the room, her gaze landing on a gray jacket. Her expression drastically changed.
"Living together? Not at all. Mom, don't imagine things."
Lu Tian Tian was perplexed, not understanding why Mother Lu would say such a thing.
"Still denying it? What's this, a man's clothes, his, isn't it?" Seeing that Lu Tian Tian was still not admitting it, Mother Lu picked a piece of clothing from the bed and shoved it into Lu Tian Tian's arms.
"Ah."
Lu Tian Tian stared dumbly at the clothes in her hand. They were indeed Rong Zi Chen's clothes, but she didn't see them when she was cleaning up earlier.
Where did these clothes come from? They were the death of her.
It turned out that when the two of them slept together last night, Rong Zi Chen felt uncomfortable from the button and took it off, throwing it on the floor.
