Tang Jingci didn't expect Qiao Xiyan to come at this time and say this.
"Your father has completely occupied my bed. I have nowhere to sleep tonight."
Qiao Xiyan narrowed his eyes and looked at her. The lights at the entrance were dim, but the lights in the corridor were bright and glaring. Different lights and shadows overlapped on her face, forming layers upon layers.
At this moment, he finally understood why his father had been so obsessed with his mother. Even though they had been thousands of miles apart, even though transportation hadn't been developed at the time, he had still been willing to go all the way into the mountains.
If you love someone, you want to be close to them.
But at this moment, her father was next door. She was really nervous and uneasy about sneaking around under the nose of an elder.
"Let me in first. It's not convenient to talk outside."
"Okay."
Then Qiao Xiyan naturally entered the room.
