The sudden sound of the door opening made Qu Xiangru freeze for two seconds.
Instinctively, she covered her chest with a towel and placed a hand over her legs.
Only then did she raise her head to look at the door.
Seeing it was Song Guanchao, she was stunned.
"Ahem, continue."
Song Guanchao hurriedly moved to close the door, but Qu Xiangru said, "Come in."
"Huh?"
"Come in." Qu Xiangru's voice was icy, showing no fluctuation in tone.
Song Guanchao hesitated for a moment, but still walked in.
His eyes didn't wander; he kept his head turned, looking at the wall.
Seeing him deliberately avoiding his gaze, Qu Xiangru slowly put down the towel and began wiping her body with hot water, asking, "When did you get back?"
"Just now."
"Did you solve the problem?"
"Yes."
"Having solved it, what are you back for?"
"There's something I want to talk to you about."
"What about?"
"I'll tell you after you're done wiping."
