An Lan snorted coldly to herself upon hearing his seemingly noble words, but she also briefly breathed a sigh of relief. She pushed open the door to the master bedroom and closed it with a bang before Xiao Yihe could follow inside, thankful that Xiao Yihe was a step too slow; otherwise, his nose would have been caught by the closing door.
He glared at the door in front of him, annoyed.
With one hand resting on the doorknob, Xiao Yihe ultimately didn't push the door open. He took a deep breath, comforting himself, believing he needed to give An Lan time. As long as she had time, she would surely understand who was the one that truly cared for her.
