"Cheng Lu, do you plan to be a shrinking turtle for the rest of your life?"
At the door, Qiao En asked sternly.
Cheng Lu's back faced the door as he curled up on the small bed.
He heard the voice, but just refused to pay attention.
Seeing him curled up like an ostrich in his own world, Qiao En was furious.
"Cheng Lu, if you're a man, you should make things clear to Youyou."
"Secretary Qiao, could you let me speak alone with Assistant Cheng for a moment?"
Lin Youyou's voice was fine and delicate.
Qiao En was emotionally charged but struggled to calm down.
"Okay, I will wait outside. Call me if you need anything."
Qiao En walked out.
In the room, now there were only Lin Youyou and Cheng Lu.
She stood at the door, her wet clothes still dripping water, quickly forming a puddle at her feet.
Cheng Lu still had his back to her, his hands hugging his shoulders, maintaining a defensive posture.
"Do you have a towel? Could I borrow it to dry my hair?"
Lin Youyou asked.