As soon as Yu Lingqian left, Mu Anran felt like a canary released from its cage and immediately returned to her rental, settling into a sound sleep.
Her rented studio apartment was small, but she had made it very cozy.
It was so much warmer compared to Yu Lingqian's icy-cold villa.
That night, without Yu Lingqian's harassment, Mu Anran slept especially sweetly.
She was woken up in the morning by a series of urgent rings.
"Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling—"
Groggily opening her eyes, Mu Anran fumbled around the bedside for a long time before finally picking up the phone, "Hello—"
[Mu Anran, at a time like this, you still feel like sleeping at home?]
The voice of Nie Xiaoxun on the other end of the line exploded.
Mu Anran was confused, "Xiao Xun, what's happened?"
[How could I forget you don't like browsing forums.] Nie Xiaoxun muttered grumpily, [You, open up your computer right now and check the campus network, it's all pictures of you in the club—]
"What?"
