Jiang Rou looked at Wang Dahai's words and gritted her teeth in the dark.
How could she not know what Wang Dahai was plotting?
Yet, she wasn't worried at all.
After all, this was Zhang's house, and even if she went over, what could he dare to do to her?
If she simply cried out, Zhang would hear her.
With that in mind, Jiang Rou let out a snort, put away her phone, and quietly got out of bed.
She opened the door gently, making her way to the outside of Wang Dahai's room, and pushed it open softly.
The room was pitch black, she tiptoed in, closed the door behind her, and moved to the bedside to look at Wang Dahai.
Wang Dahai patted the bed beside him, "Come on up."
"If I come up, you wouldn't dare to mess around, would you?" Jiang Rou curled her lips and honestly lay down beside him.
She seemed certain that Wang Dahai wouldn't dare to lay a hand on her.