The night passed quietly. At six in the morning, Lin Kuang called Yang Ruoxi to tell her he couldn't make it today. Although Yang Ruoxi was a little disappointed, she still cheerfully agreed.
Having woken up early, Lin Kuang was also feeling rather gloomy. He had no clothes to wear, so he could only sulk in his room, unable to do anything. What a depressing situation.
However, at half-past eight, there was a knock on the door.
Lin Kuang froze for a moment before saying, "Come in."
"Come in, my foot! This is my dad's tracksuit. Try it on."
As she spoke, the door cracked open just enough for Lin Guo'er to stick her hand through, holding a white tracksuit.
Seeing this, Lin Kuang quickly walked over. He tried on the tracksuit and found that while a little loose, it fit well enough. At least he wouldn't be trapped in his room anymore.
"Not bad, it fits well enough. I'm heading out now," Lin Kuang said with a grin, pushing the door open and stepping out.
