C315 Tell Him Yourself

The call ended.

Shao Yiting's eyes were deep, his index finger was still resting on the phone screen that was glowing with a faint blue light, and he remained silent.

He raised his head and looked at the master bedroom on the second floor. He got up and straightened his wrinkled suit. With a solemn face, he walked up to the bed again.

Soon, they went upstairs