Scheming Idol, Restrain Yourself (3)

Sheng Yize jerked and looked petrified.

An Xiaxia was flabbergasted as well. She shifted her gaze and saw An Yibei standing at the door, a murderous look on his face.

"Ahem, hello, Brother An." Sheng Yize struggled to keep his composure. He sat up, tucked An Xiaxia in, and pretended that nothing had happened.

Unfortunately, he was only giving himself away with that conspicuously innocent act.

An Yibei adjusted his glasses and went up to the bed with an impassive face. "I see you're already alive and kicking, so you're fine now. Do you know that our old man fainted from high blood pressure because of you?"

An Xiaxia felt so embarrassed and apologized gingerly, "I'm sorry…"

"Hmph!" An Yibei darted Sheng Yize a sidelong glance. "To the corridor!"

Sheng Yize rubbed his nose and awkwardly followed An Yibei out.

A couple of minutes later, he came back, looking defeated. An Xiaxia asked in a worried tone, "Are you alright?"