Li Beijue closed his eyes tightly, forcefully suppressing the annoyance in his heart, and remained silent for a long while.
Mobai didn't say anything either, just gazed steadily at Li Beijue, her eyes filled with determination.
The next second, however, she saw Li Beijue suddenly stand up and stride towards the bathroom.
He pushed the door open and saw some remnants of water on the floor from the earlier bath.
Li Beijue's eyes swept around, eventually landing on the handle of the faucet.
The handle was turned to the left, pointing in the direction of cold water.
Li Beijue took a deep breath, his eyes instantly filling with a mixture of rage and heartache.
That little guy, just to get Jiang Baobao to come back, was willing to take a cold shower and make himself sick with fever?
Li Beijue felt tightness in his chest, a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent, not knowing whether to be angry with Mobai or himself.