Jiang Yuan poked her head out, saw no one in the corridor, and quickly slipped out of her room and sneaked into the next room.
As soon as Xu Jiayan returned to his bedroom, he saw the little girl standing obediently in the middle of the room with her head lowered, looking like she was waiting to be scolded.
Although it was somewhat unexpected, the girl liked to run into his room, not for the first time. It seemed that he would have to make it a habit to lock the door at all times.
Xu Jiayan walked past her expressionlessly. The little girl reached out and caught hold of his sleeve, gently tugging and saying, "Brother Yan, are you still mad?"
Xu Jiayan stopped in his tracks, looked down at her, his tone slightly cold, "Shouldn't I be mad?"
Jiang Yuan immediately shook her head, "You should!"
Ah! Who can she blame? Herself, for not hiding the wound on her wrist well.
