Hou Tingfu twitched the corner of her mouth, mercilessly shattering his illusion, "Why would I clean your room? Xiaoyou won't be sleeping in your room."
Hou Muyan had just woken up, his hair as tangled as a bird's nest. With his unruly black hair sticking up everywhere, he glared at Hou Tingfu full of grievances.
"I had the servant set up a new room next to mine," Hou Tingfu said.
"Why next to your room? My master is supposed to sleep next to mine!"
Hou Muyan immediately retorted, and Hou Tingfu rolled her eyes at him. When she spoke again, there was a hint of wanting to compete with Hou Muyan:
"Then let's have the servant prepare two rooms, and when Xiaoyou arrives, she can choose for herself!"
After Hou Tingfu finished speaking, she went back to her own room. Meanwhile, Hou Muyan muttered to himself:
"My master will definitely choose the room next to mine!"
If she chose the room next to his, he would be able to serve his master well!
