Flattered

He had changed into his pajamas, towel hanging over his head as he dried his hair with it.

His dripping hair was fixed with a few vigorous rubs.

Han Zhuoling then threw his towel aside in impatience when his hair was partially dried.

He lifted his head to meet Han Zhuofeng, who was looking at him strangely.

"What's with your expression?" Han Zhuoling was confused.

"Nothing, nothing." Han Zhuofeng might be saying that, but his face said otherwise.

Han Zhuoling looked at him curiously. Right then, Lin Liye came out with her phone.

She saw Han Zhuoling and, instead of snarking at him for being single as usual, she said especially lovingly and gladly, "Done bathing? Then go rest early. Do you have anything going on tomorrow? Is your work busy? Tomorrow's a Saturday. Rest as much as you can."

Han Zhuoling was even more puzzled. "I still have to go to the office tomorrow. I attended the gala tonight. There's still some unfinished work."