Ye Rumeng was at a loss the moment she met his gaze, "Anything else?"
Luo Zifeng smiled, "No, you should rest early. If you're not feeling well, give me a call."
"Mm..." Ye Rumeng replied softly.
"Then I'll go. Good night." Luo Zifeng looked at her tenderly, his voice also gentle.
Ye Rumeng instinctively responded, "Good night..."
Luo Zifeng left, carrying Xinran.
Ye Rumeng closed the door, stared blankly for a moment, then turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.
For some reason, Luo Zifeng's final gentle gaze kept resurfacing in her mind, lingering.
However, Ye Rumeng had great self-control. She quickly forced herself not to overthink and shifted her attention.
As she pulled back the covers to get into bed, she suddenly discovered a phone on the bed.
Whose phone?
Ye Rumeng picked up the phone in confusion, immediately realizing it was Luo Zifeng's.
It must have fallen when he was carrying Xinran earlier.
