What're You Panicking For?

The man's deep magnetic voice rang out beside her ear, "What're you panicking for?"

The heat from his words swept the tip of LIn Nuan's ear. She bit on her lower lip and suppressed her nerves with great effort, something that Fu Huai'an noticed, and she opened the door.

The light was still on in the living room.

When Lin Nuan went downstairs, she thought she could come right back up after passing the child over to Fu Huai'an. Who knew it would drag all the way to early morning the following day.

Lin Nuan let Fu Huai'an inside directly since there were no suitable shoes he could wear in her house.

She put the keys on the shoe shelf and said to him in a lowered voice, "The toilet is over there…"

Fu Huai'an glance followed Lin Nuan's gaze. "Where?"

Lin Nuan kept silent.