The dormitory living room with Han Muxue looking down at her phone and Liu Chaoyan sitting on the sofa reading a book.
"Good morning," Shen Mochen greeted with his head down.
At his words, both women were startled, turned their heads to look at Shen Mochen, their faces sporting varying degrees of dark circles, their eyes also filled with a trace of awe.
"Hello, Shen," Liu Chaoyan greeted gracefully as usual, lifting her teacup, but her hand trembled slightly.
Han Muxue bit her lip and softly "Mhm"ed in response before quickly lowering her head again.
They had both spent the previous night listening to Xia Qingrou's cries and pleas for mercy until their voices were hoarse.
As a result, neither had gotten much sleep, both thinking to themselves, just how terrifying could this seemingly frail and pitiful Shen Mochen be behind closed doors?
