Ye Heng hesitated for a few seconds; in the end he couldn't bear to force her, seeing how tense and nervous she already looked.
He let go of her hand, then went into the bathroom to wash his hands.
At the instant he released her, Feng Yihuan secretly let out a breath of relief and hurried to the bedroom door to wait for him.
Feng Yihuan waited until he came out, and only then did the two of them go downstairs one after the other.
Chuling watched them come down, and the man following behind Feng Yihuan was handsome and refined, the very picture of excellence.
Just now, after they went upstairs, she could clearly feel that Feng Yihang was in a bad mood.
It's just, with this sort of thing, how would she dare say it out loud?
Besides, Chuling knew very well that with things like this, even if she knew, she had to pretend she didn't.
Sometimes curiosity is what kills the cat, and she definitely didn't want to be that stupid cat.
