Fu Yanye entered her apartment, placed the car keys on the shoe cabinet beside him, took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at her slippers, and asked, "Do you need to change slippers?"
Zhuo Jian awkwardly looked at him, suppressing her quickening heartbeat and casting her eyes down, "No need!"
She didn't even have men's slippers here.
Fu Yanye then walked further inside and sat down on the couch, "Su Bai had someone send clothes to my place, you can come and pick them up another day!"
"..."
Was that why he came here?
Zhuo Jian didn't move forward, just silently folded the towel and placed it aside. When he turned his head to look at her again, she tensed up reflexively, placing her hands behind her back, standing up straight.
"What are you doing standing there? Come here!"
"No need! You can just speak, I can hear you!"
Zhuo Jian's gaze was guarded, and her words were clear.