The lights and the computer were on, but she didn't see the man.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness...
She was too nervous; under such a sharp gaze, she feared she wouldn't last a minute.
After putting down the teacup, she quickly left the study, returned to the living room, and pretended to arrange the sofa and coffee table, but she kept paying attention to movements upstairs, frequently glancing up the stairs.
Twenty minutes later, Zhao Ying finally saw Mu Jin Huan come out of the bedroom. The straight black suit was replaced by a dark green robe, his short hair still wet, lacking the aloofness of formal attire, adding a casual vibe.
He seemed to have no awareness of her presence and went directly to the study.
Only when the door closed did Zhao Ying straighten up, look at the direction of the study on the second floor, and walk toward her room.
