Zhao Juan was making use of the facilities.
As Xiao Han pushed the door open, he was left utterly dumbfounded, and Xiao Han could swear it was absolutely not intentional.
He had thought that both women had not yet gotten out of bed, so he didn't pay much attention, never expecting Zhao Juan to actually be inside.
Their eyes met, and an indescribable awkwardness enveloped them.
Fortunately, Su Muqing was really too exhausted, and even the scream that Zhao Juan had just let out didn't wake her.
"I didn't do it on purpose," Xiao Han stood there, dumbstruck, yet without any intention of leaving.
Zhao Juan was about to die of embarrassment. She hung her head, her face crimson, and said softly, "Mr. Xiao, could you please step out for a moment?"
"I truly didn't do it on purpose," Xiao Han continued, but his eyes were anything but well-behaved.
