Lin Jinfang thought about Cenhuan's reaction just now, a hint of a smile passing through his lowered eyes.
However, knowing Cenhuan's temperament, she's likely going to avoid him for a while. Lin Jinfang couldn't help but rub his chin, a flash of contemplation in his eyes.
Once out the door, Cenhuan stood in front of the elevator. Just thinking about this morning's events made her face uncontrollably start to heat up. She instinctively glanced at the closed hotel room door, then hurriedly walked into the elevator as if escaping.
Standing in the elevator, Cenhuan let out a long sigh of relief. She looked up at her own reflection on the elevator wall, touched her face, and even though she couldn't see clearly, she could feel the burning heat on the hand she placed on her face.
