Gu Xinzhou complained verbally, but inwardly he couldn't help but admire Song Zhen's brain.
Such meticulous thoughts this man had!
He had even considered the matter of Qiao Yi falling in love in the future.
She soaked in the white, fragrant bathtub together with Qiao Yi.
Qiao Yi happily played with the bubbles and toys.
Both Gu Xinzhou's and Qiao Yi's wounds were coated with a Japanese liquid bandage, which formed a transparent film over the cuts after application, allowing them to bathe and touch water.
Mid-way through the bath, a series of calls came from downstairs.
"Song Zhen! Song Zhen!"
"Song Zhen! Hurry down! Open the door for me, let me in!"
Gu Xinzhou had never heard this voice before—it was a man, and she was somewhat surprised.
So, she quietly opened the window a crack and peeked out with half her head exposed.
Outside, the sky was completely dark, and the cold wind whistled, but the courtyard lights and the street lamps in the residential area were all on.
