The sound of the door opening deliberately slowed down.
As soon as she entered, Yao Lemon stepped on a pair of fuchsia lace panties.
The flashy style was something she would absolutely never dare to wear.
Clothes of both men and women were strewn across the floor, leading up to the bedroom door.
Even though she had mentally prepared herself, Yao Lemon's head still buzzed, and she stood there silently.
It was now past three in the morning, and Yao Lemon finally looked up with red-rimmed eyes.
Seeing her reaction, Lin Zhenxin actually let out a sigh of relief. Crying was good; crying meant it wasn't all that bad.
Lemon's eyes seemed to ask when she had found out.
Lin Zhenxin held up three fingers, three days, no more no less, the time she had given Wu Feng to confess.
The time was up, so she helped him to reveal it in a more straightforward way.
But Yao Lemon suddenly wiped her face, walked to the bedroom, and knocked on the door a few seconds earlier.
