Su Anle was in the hotel room, her usual calmness replaced by unease, as she sat on the sofa, ignoring the sizzling of the coffee machine.
After a long while, she heard the sound of the door opening, and she suddenly stood up.
Shen Jiyan pushed the door open and came in, giving her a slight smile, "Still awake?"
"No, Ji Yan, what did you tell him?"
Su Anle looked at Shen Jiyan with calm eyes, and Shen Jiyan changed into slippers, merely chuckling, "I asked him for a favor, I've lost track of her again, and here, Jianan is more convenient for me."
Su Anle breathed a long sigh of relief; she didn't want Sheng Jianan to know about those matters, fearing that if he did, things might become entangled again between them.
Of course, there was an even deeper reason, one she didn't want to dwell on.
"Anle, what are you afraid I'll say to him?"
Shen Jiyan suddenly spoke. Su Anle was taken aback, then shook her head, "Nothing."
