Xie Lin headed downstairs with a spring in his step.
Lu Ye followed behind him, his gaze glued to Xie Lin's back as though he meant to burn a hole through it.
Finally, his gaze settled on the tuft of hair sticking up on Xie Lin's head. It bobbed with every step, inexplicably eye-catching.
Lu Ye let out a long sigh, and much of the gloom in his eyes dissipated.
Downstairs, the other guests had already arrived.
Their expressions turned rather subtle when they saw the two coming down one after the other.
Yu Zhiwei sucked in a sharp breath, her nails almost digging into Yue Lan's arm.
"Oh my God, Tao Miaomiao cried? Did he get f*cked to tears?"
Caught between laughter and exasperation, Yue Lan patted the back of her hand.
"Keep your voice down."
The live chat exploded.
[Huh? What happened to Tao Miaomiao? Why are his eyes so red?]
[Wait, it's only been half an hour. What on earth happened?]
[They did it behind my back? Aaaaaah, why didn't they let me watch?]
[Gotta say, Lu Gougou is seriously possessive. He won't even let half an hour go to waste, hehehehe.]
[Does anyone get it? I'm biting the corner of my blanket and wriggling like a maggot under the covers, hohohoho.]
Fu Yunxi's face turned livid when he heard Yu Zhiwei.
He strode over and blocked Xie Lin's path.
"What did you two do?"
Xie Lin arched an eyebrow.
"What the fuck is it to you?"
"Why were you crying?"
"That's fucking bullshit!"
Director Sha slapped his hands over his eyes. He nearly dropped to his knees before Xie Lin, rubbing his hands like a fly with a pleading expression.
"No swearing, Mr. Xie. The livestream will get banned."
Xie Lin sneered.
"Funny mud go pee!"