Hit.
Scold.
He accepted it all honestly.
Zhao Rong, who was sitting with his eyes closed, heard the rustling sounds of the two women rising in front of him and thought to himself.
However,
One breath,
Three breaths,
Ten breaths...
After more than a dozen breaths, there was no movement, or rather, no movement indicating they intended to hit or scold him. The rustling sounds in the room continued, and Qing Jun and Xiao Qian'er seemed to be walking around inside, with sounds of bowls clinking against each other and the table occasionally.
What are they doing?
Zhao Rong was both anxious and curious, opening his mouth slightly, then closing it again, not breaking the silence. Yet, Qing Jun and Xiao Qian'er still didn't speak.
He cautiously opened his eyes a crack, and the busy figures of Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er immediately came into view.
Hmm?
Their actions and expressions seemed a bit strange.
