Yan Zhirong entered the room carrying a tray.
Xiao Mingyu sat on the edge of the bed, his heart filled with unease. When Yan Zhirong glanced toward the direction in which Hua Lianying had just departed, his heart hammered so violently he felt as if it might leap right out of his throat.
"Rongrong, why have you come over so late?" Xiao Mingyu suppressed his panic and spoke with an air of feigned composure.
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