Han Muzi brought a bag of fruits home, and just after she entered her house and was changing shoes at the entryway, she bumped into Yan by chance.
“Where did you go in the middle of the night?”
Han Muzi’s lips parted, and she shook the bag nonchalantly. “I went downstairs to buy some fruits.”
Yan turned around to check the time upon hearing that. “Unless I’m mistaken, I recall that you left about 50 minutes ago. You went somewhere else along the way after you bought those fruits downstairs, I suppose.”
Yan was flashing her a teasing look, and she was clearly insinuating something as well.