Pei Chenyang's face was tense, and he grabbed a tissue to wipe around haphazardly, while outside Zhao's mother hadn't left yet.
He expressionlessly pulled up his pants, got off the bed, and silently slipped into Zhao Mengmeng's wardrobe.
Zhao Mengmeng sniffed and always felt that there was a smell in the room, worried that her mother would discover something when she came in.
So, before going to open the door, she deliberately sprayed some perfume, instantly masking what she thought was a strange smell.
"Mom, wait for me, I'm almost ready," Zhao Mengmeng glanced toward the wardrobe direction, and nervously ran to open the door.
"Why did it take you so long to come here?" Zhao's mother looked suspiciously at her daughter.
"I just went to the bathroom and Tutu woke up and couldn't find me; she must have cried. Wasn't it you who locked the door when you left?" Zhao Mengmeng blinked, looking innocent and clueless.
