"Let's just wait and see; if he insisted on following this time, he probably had some intentions in mind."
Su Mo glanced at the food on the table, suddenly finding himself without an appetite.
Since their return, Zhen Xiaoxiao, having handed over that strange iron, could be heard snoring thunderously.
Despite the separation of a wall, the sound was unmistakably clear.
Yang Xiaoyun tidied up the things on the table:
"I'm going to rest now."
"Wait a minute..."
Su Mo hastily called out, "Why don't you rest here tonight, Sister Xiao Yun?"
Yang Xiaoyun's face flushed red at the suggestion, but Su Mo had a reason:
"Xiao Xiao's snoring is so loud, you'll definitely have trouble sleeping."
"No problem."
