Lin Yan pursed her lips upon seeing Xi Murong's ashen face.
"What a hassle for late at night," she thought. "Not only did I not see Lu Chenyuan, but now I have to listen to this foul woman's nagging."
Xi Murong clearly looked down on her.
Coincidentally, she felt the same way, always finding Xi Murong far too meddlesome, as if Lu Chenyuan were hers to protect from the slightest grievance.
Lin Yan picked up the quilt and walked towards the dorm building.
Once she arrived at the dormitory, Lin Yan tossed the quilt next to Song Qingping's bed.
"It's cold, so here's an extra quilt for you."
Song Qingping took off her glasses and looked at her. "But I'm not cold, and I already have a quilt."
Lin Yan said, "If I say you're cold, then you're cold. Your quilt is too thin, and with the flu going around, be careful not to catch a cold."
