Zhong Lingling's heart, which had been filled with trepidation, instantly relaxed.
Shen Zhixuan nodded at them and said indifferently, "Morning!"
It seemed that Zhong Lingling's actions the night before had hurt Shen Zhixuan's feelings.
At that moment, another door opened.
Wang Shan stretched languidly, and then her gaze fell on Xiang Yimo and Zhong Lingling. Afterward, that strange look swiftly turned towards her brother, and finally, her eyes landed on the pile of food in the living room and the large plate of unfinished pancakes.
"Brother, when I came back with you last night, it was almost twelve o'clock. I clearly remember that the living room was empty at the time. Who was eating here last night?" Wang Shan asked, looking at the table.
Zhong Lingling's heart 'thumped' nervously. A normal social interaction, yet the more she tried to explain, the deeper the misunderstanding seemed to become.
