Lin Baici was terribly embarrassed. That remark was purely unintentional.
Lin Baici would only occasionally make jokes when he was with Ji Xinyan and Nangong Shu. Normally, he was a serious person, even when facing Xia Hongyao, to whom he could entrust his life, he was careful with his words and actions.
Tang Qing entered the bedroom, glanced around, placed the plate of mini soup dumplings on the table, and then plopped down on the bed, sitting on it.
"Little Ci, your bedroom is cleaner than mine!"
Tang Qing lifted the pillow and looked underneath but found nothing.
"I just returned yesterday and only stayed for a night. How could it not be clean?"
Lin Baici went to rummage through his backpack.
"The last time I came into your room was probably when you were in the first year of high school, right?"
Tang Qing sat down hard, feeling the springiness of the foam mattress.
"Yes, the first semester of the first year of high school, you asked me to write a resume for you!"
