A lone man and a lone woman, alone in a room.

Cheng Siyang felt furious just thinking about it.

He pounded on the door repeatedly, but there was no response from inside. The more he did this, the more uneasy Cheng Siyang felt.

"Zhaoxue, Zhaoxue, how are you?"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Did Zhaoxue do anything to you?"

Sometimes people are strange. When someone loves you, you feel indifferent, but once a rival appears, you start to feel threatened.

Unfortunately, by then...

"Young Master Cheng."

A gentle voice came from behind, and Cheng Siyang frowned and turned around.

At this moment, Tong Yilin was standing not far from him, holding a cup of milk. She probably heard him calling Ye Zhaoxue's name repeatedly.

She was biting her lower lip, her eyes glistening with tears, looking utterly pitiful.

"Young Master Cheng, what are you doing here?"

Because there were other people in the room, Tong Yilin could only call him "Young Master Cheng," but both of them knew what she meant by that.

After staring at her for a few seconds, Cheng Siyang glanced back at the closed door, but there was still no sound from inside.

He moved his lips, and the words "Go get the spare key" were already on the tip of his tongue, but the woman opposite him suddenly burst into tears.

Cheng Siyang felt a pang in his heart. He frowned and swallowed the words he was about to say.

"It's nothing, I was just about to go back."

"Really?" Tong Yilin stared intently at him, then glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the closed door behind him.

What should she do? Why did she feel that Cheng Siyang still couldn't let go of Ye Zhaoxue?

"Yes." Afraid that she might overthink it, Cheng Siyang walked over and kissed her on the forehead, avoiding the surveillance cameras in the corridor. "Walk me downstairs."

Tong Yilin's expression softened a bit. "Yes, Young Master Cheng."

...

In the corridor, their voices gradually faded into the distance.

Inside the room, Rong Shang raised her eyes to look at the man so close to her, her eyes filled with helplessness.

"The person is gone, can you let me go now?"

Seriously... I'm dying of laughter.

After Nan Qiyu pulled her into the room, he was afraid she would run out, and he was also afraid she would say something to Cheng Siyang.

So he hugged her and then raised his hand to cover her mouth.

Honestly, if it were anyone else, they might have been suffocated by him.

A muffled sound came from his palm, a tingling sensation. Nan Qiyu looked at her, and she winked at him.

His heart raced, his cheeks flushed, and he quickly let go of her hand.

"sorry."

The man sat down close to her, his deep, magnetic voice reaching her ears. Rong Shang turned her head, "Why are you apologizing?"

"I brought you to my room without your permission."

He seems to do this every time.

When someone's temper flares up, they'll do whatever they want, no matter what you say.

But his temper flared up quickly and subsided just as fast; before long, he had to apologize to her again.

laugh.

Rong Shang smiled casually, "It's nothing."

"But what were you talking about just now?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

Nan Qiyu turned to look at her, "We're talking..."

He paused and asked her if she was okay.

What if she gets upset after hearing this?

Nan Qiyu frowned, looking conflicted.

But if he doesn't tell her, won't she be kept being deceived by that scumbag?

Unable to bear it any longer, Nan Qiyu moved closer to her, their arms almost touching. He tilted his head and obediently said, "Ye Zhaoxue, actually Cheng Siyang has been lying to you all along."

"He's been seeing other women behind your back."