Xia Lu, although in her own room, kept her door wide open so that she could rush up as soon as Zhou Mingchen returned. In fact, she had accumulated a pile of questions throughout the day that she wanted to ask him. Having moved in, she couldn't just ignore the convenience at her disposal, could she?
After nine o'clock, the sound of a door closing finally came from downstairs.
Zhou Mingchen dragged his exhausted body through the door.
"Sir, have you had dinner?" Aunt Zhang, as usual, took the stuff and the coat from his hands and asked proactively.
"I have," Zhou Mingchen replied indifferently. He went to his room to change his clothes and, as soon as he came out, he saw Xia Lu standing at the door with a grin, staring at him, suddenly feeling somewhat uneasy. "What are you doing?"
