After a moment of hesitation, Murong Yu finally couldn't withstand Zhang Xiaomeng's relentless pestering.
Her face flushed red as she nodded.
After hanging up the phone, Murong Yu tidied up her hair briefly, put on her pajamas, and quietly opened the door to her room.
Squeak!
In the stillness of the night, even a slight noise from the hinges became unusually noticeable.
The thought of her father still in the villa made Murong Yu's heart race with panic.
However, having already agreed to Zhang Xiaomeng, she naturally wouldn't go back on her word.
Moreover, she now felt a certain restlessness, having been stirred up by Zhang Xiaomeng.
Moving softly out of her room, Murong Yu was about to dash to Zhang Xiaomeng's room.
"Cough cough!"
Just then, a familiar cough suddenly echoed out of the darkness.
"Dad~"
Murong Yu's heart trembled, her voice changing in tone.
"Hmm."
In the darkness, Murong Da responded with a grunt and then turned on the light in the living room.
