It seemed that Anran noticed the frustration between Lingqian's brows, and she averted her gaze, nodding gently, "Yeah."
Lingqian stood up and gave her another look, "Should I wait for you outside?"
Anran observed him with a cold face, but his eyes and tone inexplicably conveyed a sense of grievance.
He was like a big golden retriever that had been abandoned, eagerly waiting for its owner's affection.
Anran was both annoyed and amused. Finally, as Lingqian dawdled to the door, she suddenly spoke up, "Lingqian."
Lingqian's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned around.
"Could you get my clothes from the closet?"
Lingqian's gaze softened, and he took a set of clothes from the closet and handed them to her, "Do you need help getting dressed, Mrs. Yu?"
Anran glared at him: This guy really has no shame. Give him an inch and he takes a mile. I shouldn't show him any kindness.
"Get out. I'll call you back in when I'm dressed."
