Lu Jinnian still didn't say a word, but he pulled the blanket that was draped over him and held it gently in his hands. The impervious cold glare he wore slightly softened. After a while, he gave Qiao Anhao a gentle murmur of "mmm" in response to what she had said earlier. Then he picked up the script on the table and gave it her.
"Your script."
Qiao Anhao secretly lifted her eyes to see that Lu Jinnian's expression was quite calm. He didn't mind that she had walked into his room without permission or opened his window on her own accord. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.
When she reached out to take the script, Lu Jinnian suddenly said, "Thank you."
Astonished, Qiao Anhao lifted her head to look at him.
