"My concubine, happy birthday!"
As Yang Linglong opened the bedroom door,
Ning Mengyao was already standing there holding a cake.
"You dead ghost, you still remember there's someone like me."
Yang Linglong rolled her eyes.
It was past midnight, who knew she would actually show up.
"You took so long to open the door, don't tell me you're hiding a man in your room?"
Ning Mengyao looked suspiciously at Yang Linglong's flushed cheeks.
That single sentence suddenly made Lin Fan underneath the bed a bit nervous.
If she bent down to check at this moment, he wouldn't even have a chance to run away.
This would definitely be catching a cheater in the act.
"Yeah, and I've hidden a really handsome guy under the bed."
Yang Linglong stuck out her tongue.
Those words "under the bed" made Ning Mengyao blush.
Instinctively she remembered the few times that Lin Fan had been hiding under the bed.
