"Why are you here again?" Nan Mufeng frowned, his face full of disdain. He didn't hide it at all!
Mr. Han pretended not to notice his disdain and smiled, "I came to see you."
"You were just here yesterday! And you said you wouldn't come back." Nan Mufeng glared at Mr. Han.
The manager, frozen by the "cold wind", quickly left after handing over the clothes.
"Thank you for your concern." Mr. Han smiled at Nan Mufeng. "I'll handle that matter."
Nan Mufeng pressed his lips together coldly.
"Where's Jian Xi? Hasn't she gotten up yet?" Mr. Han peered inside. Seeing his precious daughter was the real priority!
"She hasn't." Nan Mufeng replied curtly, standing at the door like a guardian, showing no intention of inviting Mr. Han in to sit.
Mr. Han looked at Nan Mufeng, also feeling a bit helpless. He had explained it all yesterday, yet the unfriendliness remained.
The two stood stiffly at the door.
The morning breeze blew by, carrying an unknown floral scent, quite pleasant.
