Chuzheng returned to the villa, just climbed up the window, and heard a voice.
"Miss Song, is the door just for decoration?"
Oh shit!
Scared the hell out of me!
Chuzheng froze for a moment, then nonchalantly propped herself up and jumped in through the window.
The room lights turned on simultaneously, warm yellow spreading out in the room, allowing both parties to see each other clearly.
The man leaned against the door, dressed in black loungewear, almost blending into the darkness, so Chuzheng didn't notice him.
Chuzheng rubbed her wrist, pulled out a chair beside her, and sat down, "At this late hour, instead of sleeping, what are you doing in my room?"
Yu Jin maintained his position, his lips curling slightly, "If I didn't come, how could I witness this scene? Besides, wasn't it Miss Song who asked me to take a closer look?" To see what you're like outside the data.
"Where are your shoes?"
Chuzheng asked an unrelated question.
Yu Jin glanced down.
