At this moment, Lin Mengyao.
Besides overthinking and worrying, there was nothing else she could do.
In the bathroom.
Zhao Min, who was sitting on the toilet lid and crying softly, was startled by Chen Feng's sudden entry.
Zhao Min quickly wiped her tears, stood up from the toilet, her eyes red as she glared at Chen Feng, and said coldly, "What are you doing in here?"
"Were you crying?"
Chen Feng slightly curled his lips, looking at Zhao Min's red eyes and the tears that hadn't dried at the corners, and asked with a smile.
"I... I wasn't!"
Zhao Min said stubbornly.
"Still saying you weren't? Look at how red your eyes are from crying!"
Chen Feng stepped forward, pointed at Zhao Min's red eyes, and said with a smile.
"What's it to you? It was the wind that made them red!"
Zhao Min shot Chen Feng a glance, refusing to admit it.
"The wind? Zhao Missy, if you're going to come up with an excuse, at least make it believable. Where's the wind coming from in this bathroom?"
