Something felt fishy. I decided to get off the bed and went to the living room to look for him.
The living room was pitch black. The door of Su Qian’s room was ajar, and milky white light shone through the cracks between the door. I could vaguely hear the deliberately suppressed painful moans of a woman.
“Mm… Tang Xiao, did Yahan find out about you coming here?”
Then Tang Xiao’s calm voice sounded, “She’s sleeping like a log now, so how would she know where I am?”