Three Men Sitting in a Row

As their eyes met, Zhou Mo's brain was still groggy, and she thought she was dreaming.

"Han Chen?" Zhou Mo muttered.

"Han Chen?" Han Chen's usually expressionless face showed a rare shock. "What are you doing here?"

On the other side, Liang Dongyan and Lu Zhishu froze at the same time, looking at each other.

Uh oh, it seemed like a big misunderstanding had occurred...

Shen Pan, awakened by the commotion, emerged from the covers with disheveled hair, her eyes wide open in shock.

"Ah—! Who are all of you?" She screamed in fear.

...

At 3 a.m., the three men sat in a row on the hotel's sofa.

Liang Dongyan was in the middle, with Lu Zhishu on the left and Han Chen on the right.

Zhou Mo and Shen Pan, wearing yukatas over their pajamas, stood facing the three men with their arms crossed, scrutinizing them from above.

"Alright, speak up. What's going on?" Zhou Mo was the first to break the silence.