Xiyan turned around and spoke honestly, "The door won't open."
"Move aside."
Xiyan obediently moved to the side.
He grasped the handle and pushed it forcefully a few times, but indeed, it didn't budge.
His eyes, dark as ink, glared at her coldly, "Xia Xiyan, you really have some nerve, scheming right under my nose?"
Xiyan: "I didn't."
From outside came Grandma Ou's boastful laughter, "This is all my idea, you two shouldn't think about coming out until tomorrow morning, take this time to catch up and feel what it was like before."
Saying this, the old lady hummed a little tune, twirled the room key in her hand, and left.
Ou Jue stared hard at her small face for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh, "Heh."
At this point, does she still dare say she didn't conspire with Grandma to set this up?
With an expressionless face, Ou Jue turned back to the desk.
Xiyan: "......"
Why is he laughing?
Why did he look at her with the same expression he would for a scheming girl?
