The next day.
Tang Bochuan stood at the door of Zhen Zhu's room. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but then thought of something and stopped.
The other party had a nightmare last night and probably didn't sleep well. If he asked her to have breakfast now, she might lose her temper again.
Tang Bochuan turned around and went downstairs. He only went back up after an hour.
However, no one answered after knocking on the door for a long time. Tang Bochuan pushed the door open and went in. The bed sheets were messy and there was no one there.
Tang Bochuan's expression changed slightly. He almost thought that Zhen Zhu had escaped again.
Fortunately, he was rational enough. After a few seconds, his mind returned to normal and he immediately went to the room next door to search.
Sure enough, he saw Zhen Zhu on the sofa in her mother's room.
