"Don't know?" Zhou Wenhui frowned, turning to glance at Yang Fan.
Yang Fan nodded, his heart full of unease.
He truly didn't know.
At this moment, his heart was almost a mess of tangled thoughts.
Regarding Little Mother, he did feel an extremely secretive impulse, but it was just an irrational impulse.
The rest was all apprehensions, he simply didn't dare.
"Since you don't know, then listen to me, I'll help you solve it. After dinner, go back to your room and wait for me," Zhou Wenhui said with a faint smile, "Oh, and remember to take a bath!"
"Wait, Little Mother, you can accept this kind of thing?" Yang Fan asked in shock.
His mind was really a bit confused now, he didn't know what to think.
Such an outrageous matter, and Little Mother actually agreed.
