Gu Jiangnian quietly observed her straight back leaning against the couch, a teasing yet affectionate look in his eyes.
Muwan felt uneasy under his gaze.
"It went smoothly," she said.
If Muwan hadn't known why Gu Jiangnian had carried her to the couch before, she now understood he had been eavesdropping on her phone conversation.
And he was brazen about it.
Despicable creature.
Song Rong's voice was still soft and gentle, coming through the phone. Muwan used her free hand to pry off the hand around her waist and jumped out of his embrace, casting a reproachful glance at him before turning into the bathroom.
Thus shutting down Gu Jiangnian's blatant spying.
In the bedroom, the man still leaned on the couch. Unlike before, his hands, which had been resting on Muwan's waist, were now interlocked in front of him, his eyes slightly narrowed, gently rubbing them.
