"Got it, you still need to pick up Song Yi's parents, go quickly, don't worry about me." Tian Xingyun smiled faintly at him, speaking before he could.
This way, she felt a little more at ease, without that sense of suffocation.
"No rush, I'll take you upstairs to have a look." Huo Shaohua paused, then changed the topic.
He took the luggage and headed upstairs first, seemingly reluctant to leave her.
Tian Xingyun frowned, picked up her bag, and followed him upstairs.
If he wants to leave, then just leave, why the pretentiousness of staying around?
Huo Shaohua brought the luggage to his room and put the suitcase in the closet.
Tian Xingyun walked into the room, lifted the cloth on the sofa, and sat down directly.
"It hasn't been cleaned yet." Huo Shaohua turned around, seeing her sitting on the sofa and reminded her that it was dirty.
