In that moment, her heart seemed to twist painfully. Recalling what Song Qingya had just said, she could no longer suppress her emotions.
A deep sense of unease washed over her.
She quickly got up and pulled him to his feet.
"Old Luo, let's hurry home. I almost forgot, I still have some blankets airing out on the balcony. It's so hot today, but if it suddenly rains tonight, it'll be a hassle if they get wet."
"The sky is so clear. How could it rain?"
Luo Fuman looked utterly baffled, his face a mask of confusion and reluctance.
"Didn't we agree to stay here tonight? Besides, you've been busy all afternoon. Why the sudden rush to leave?"
"Stay? Forget about staying. We're going back to our own home. We can't keep bothering Xiao Fei and Qingya. Let's hurry back."
Yang Yingzi smiled as she spoke, then turned to look at Qian ManCang, who was standing off to the side.
Luo Weiwei, who was standing beside her, nodded as well.
Fei Jin was momentarily baffled.
