"Alright, where shall we talk? I was just about to go downstairs for a couple of laps, do you want to join me?"
"No thanks," Shen Zhirou lifted her hand towards Wenyan, "I'm still holding a juice in my hand. Follow me."
Speaking of the juice, Wenyan felt it was a bit odd.
Mainly because standing at someone's door with a glass of juice late at night was a scenario she was all too familiar with.
If she hadn't seen it wrongly just now, Shen Zhirou should have come from the direction of Shen Jinghe's room.
Yet, Zhirou and her own room were on the third floor, while the second floor was the domain of the brothers, Shen Jingxiu and Shen Jinghe.
So it was impossible for Shen Zhirou to just be passing by here.
Could it be that she had made a special trip to bring Shen Jinghe the juice?
But then again, upon reflection, there was nothing particularly strange about it.
