Take the backpack?
Song Guanchao stood still, taking a while to decipher the subtext of this sentence.
Is the chief planning to stay overnight in my room?
Thinking about the possible true meaning behind her words, Song Guanchao felt a bit uneasy.
He wasn't sure if his interpretation was correct.
He didn't have the mind to think too much, hastily went into her room, found a backpack, and walked out with it.
When he returned to the room, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
Turning his head, he saw a faint, graceful silhouette through the frosted glass.
Song Guanchao swallowed and returned to the bed, staring at the bathroom, his thoughts in disarray.
Ten minutes later, Wu Qiangwei's voice rang out: "Can you get me my lingerie?"
"Oh, okay."
Song Guanchao clumsily opened the backpack, finding cosmetics, a small mirror, and individually packaged lingerie.
He took out the small package, retrieving the lingerie from inside.
