"If you're too busy, Master, you can ignore mine for now. It'll be fine as long as you come back and take care of it another time," Li Lingling said to Chen An, glancing at her husband with a guilty conscience.
When Li Lingling stepped out, Chen An too felt a surge of nervousness, fearful that Li Lingling would say something wrong and that Zhao Xiaoming would overhear something he shouldn't. But fortunately, Li Lingling was smart and knew how to play along, which put Chen's mind at ease.
As for Zhao Xiaoming, upon seeing Li Lingling's reaction, he didn't pay much attention to such an ordinary matter and turned to play with his phone on the small sofa.
As if to deliberately agitate Li Lingling, Chen An finally chose to enter. He had been to Li Lingling's dormitory before and knew where the bathroom was, so he headed straight there. Li Lingling, not trusting Chen An at all, followed him.
