Look At How Scared the Child Is

The moment Ling Sheng turned her head, she subconsciously wanted to close the door. However, when she met Wen Ruoshui's eyes, she retracted her gaze. The atmosphere was awkward, and she did not know what she wanted to say.

Wen Ruoshui only glanced at the two of them before pushing open the door and walking into the room. The familiar scent that had long fused into her blood and bones seeped into the tip of her nose bit by bit, filling her vision with mist.

When Ling Sheng saw her enter, she knocked her head in frustration and bit her lip. It was over. Was she that stupid? Why couldn't she do something so simple?

Song Yiyan glared at her and pointed at her. What a fool, the door was locked. Auntie Wen didn't have a key, so how could she enter?

It was very quiet in the room. There was no sound at all except for the man's light breathing, he was sleeping soundly.