"We...just walked in like this?"
Lin Xingjie whispered in his ear. As she turned her head, her wispy hair brushed past his ear, making it tickle slightly, and he barely managed to suppress the urge to sneeze.
Xu Xiangyang could understand the emotions welling up in the girl's heart at the moment: nervousness, dissatisfaction, and a touch of bewilderment.
Because he felt the same way.
After Zhu Qingyue's mother uttered that sentence, the door to the room opened gently towards the corridor. The middle-aged woman walked ahead, and they followed the class president's cue to take off their shoes, slip on the slippers, and step by step, entered the interior of the room.
That woman went up the stairs by herself, unknown whether she went directly back to her bedroom, but in any case, she showed no intention to attend to them.
