"No, no, no." Cheng Xining panicked, "Brother Nan, can't I just sleep on the sofa?"
She couldn't understand why Brother Nan wouldn't let her sleep in the room, but she also knew that now wasn't the time to dwell on it, she had to stay here first.
When Brother Nan said he'd send her off, he wasn't joking—he truly would send her away.
To prove she was serious about sleeping on the sofa, Cheng Xining opened her suitcase, took out her toiletries, rushed to the bathroom to wash up, changed into her pajamas, and honestly lay down on the sofa.
He Nan never looked at her again, and after he washed up, he turned off the light.
Hearing the quiet outside, Shen Mianmian let out a helpless sigh and wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that ever since Cheng Xining arrived, Brother He had been acting strangely, as if something was off.
But as for what exactly was strange, she couldn't pinpoint it.
Could it be that this is how a man in love behaves?