Lin Tian pulled Zhou Xinlan up from the chair and then had her crawl under the dressing table, while he himself sat in front of it.
Grabbing a random notebook, Lin Tian pretended to be writing something with a pen.
The next moment, the door was pushed open by Zhou Yazhi.
"Lin Tian, didn't you hear me calling you? Where's your Little Aunt?" Zhou Yazhi asked, puzzled.
"I'm working on a work plan. I'm going to eat in a bit, and I have no idea where my Little Aunt is; I didn't see her," Lin Tian said with a smile.
"You really didn't see her?" Zhou Yazhi asked.
"I really didn't see her," Lin Tian shook his head.
During the conversation, Lin Tian intentionally nudged a bit.
"What are you moving for?"
Zhou Yazhi, of course, saw Lin Tian fidgeting and asked.
"This chair is uncomfortable to sit on, I always feel like there's something poking me," Lin Tian said, and then nudged a couple more times.
"Oh, there's something poking you, huh?"
Zhou Yazhi revealed a meaningful smile.