"Who's there?" Fu Lanshen knitted his brows slightly, his eyes flashing with confusion.
It wasn't him?
This actually made Mu Qingli even more puzzled.
"What happened last night?" Fu Lanshen's eyes conveyed concern for his younger generation. "Did someone sneak into your room? So you thought it was me?"
Just then, Auntie Fu came out of the kitchen, carrying breakfast.
Hearing this, she silently gave her approval to Fu Lanshen.
She hadn't noticed before, but Fu Lanshen actually had a talent for acting.
"Auntie Fu," Fu Lanshen turned to look at her, "did you notice anything unusual last night?"
Auntie Fu was momentarily startled, then said: "No, what happened? Was there an incident?"
Hearing this, Mu Qingli hastily replied: "No, no, it's probably just me overthinking. Auntie Fu, what delicious food did you make this morning? I'm famished."