"Uh..." Chen Yiran was taken aback for a moment, hurriedly picked up his mobile phone from the sofa again, pretending to have a careful look, and unlocked the screen.
The screen was clean and clear, without a single new message.
"Cough...cough... it's nothing. It's a 400 number, probably another telemarketing call." Chen Yiran calmly glanced at his mobile phone, and then slid it into his pocket.
"Oh..." Tianxin nodded, then took a round, tidied up the garbage bag in the kitchen, turned around and said to Chen Yiran, "Yiran Bro, you should go to bed early. I'm going home now, and I'll take out the garbage for you."
"Hmm, let me walk you out." Chen Yiran also stood up behind Tianxin, walking towards the bedroom saying, "Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes."
"No need..." Before Tianxin could finish speaking, Chen Yiran had already closed the bedroom door.
Tianxin looked at the closed bedroom door in front of her and pouted. This guy, what the hell is he doing?