Seeing Lu Shishu's confident and matter-of-course demeanor, Nan Jiayan suddenly found it both amusing and exasperating. It was quite considerate of her to leave this mess for him to clean up when he got back.
"You've worked hard, taking care of her for so long, you must be exhausted!" Nan Jiayan smiled helplessly, eyes full of gentleness.
"Where are my phone and my bag?" Lu Shishu asked coldly, ignoring his words and responding with a question.
"At my place, I forgot to bring them upstairs when I carried you up yesterday. It wasn't until I got back that I realized your bag was on my car."
"Oh, well, I want it now."
"Didn't you ask me to tidy up here? Cleaning this up might take a while, why don't you go get it yourself? It's right there on the living room sofa, you'll see it at a glance." Nan Jiayan laughed, turning his head slightly to glance at the paint on the floor, somewhat helplessly.
