Seeing That White Shirt, She Knew the Man Behind Her Had to be Mo...
Editor: Henyee Translations
Mo Jingshen was right outside; would it make any difference who went to open the door?
It wasn't as if they could keep him locked outside.
The bell rang once more; it was a melodious tone, not too loud, nor too sharp on the ears.
However, to her ears, this sound was akin to a tsunami that had suddenly swept across the peaceful ocean. She couldn't ignore it calmly.
Nanheng clearly intended on teasing her; he stood in his position without any intention of opening the door, suppressing a smile.
Ji Nuan was still holding the bottle against Feng Ling's leg; she lingered for a moment and did not stand up.
Watching the both of them, Feng Ling suddenly placed her feet down. "How about I go open the door."
Nanheng immediately shot her a cold look. "Don't be a busybody."