Xie Jiling sighed and said, "Alright. Hurry up and get some rest."
Han Zhuofeng intensely contemplated an excuse that would let him come back here.
So, he asked, "Should I come back and take the cup when you are done with the milk?"
Xie Jiling was speechless.
Did that excuse even make sense?
"I can just leave the cup in the room, right?" Xie Jiling said, "Am I… not allowed to leave it in the room?"
Han Zhuofeng then realized that he had come up with such a bad excuse.
"Goodnight then," Han Zhuofeng said in a sluggish manner.
Xie Jiling closed the door, and Han Zhuofeng went back to his room.
Xie Jiling didn't have to wake up early tomorrow morning.
Right now, she couldn't sleep.
So, she retrieved a notebook and pen from her back.
When she got out of class in the afternoon, she was called to visit the Han Family's house by Old Mrs. Han.
There were still books, papers, and pens in her bag.
