They hadn't even been a few minutes before the two of them had collected themselves and slowly descended the stairs.
Downstairs, Leng Jianjun had long been sitting there, hearing the sounds coming from the stairwell, he lifted his head, and when he caught sight of Sheng Jingyi, a flicker of light passed through his eyes, and his brow furrowed slightly. However, as if he had thought of something, he didn't speak, and the disdain in his eyes remained unabashed; but when he saw Ling Xi ahead of him, the gentleness at the bottom of his eyes seemed to be overflowing.
Sheng Jingyi touched the tip of his nose with some embarrassment and walked down the stairs helplessly.
He had gotten used to such cold receptions anyway.
Putting away the newspaper, Leng Jianjun looked at Ling Xi with a smile, "Xixi is up, did you sleep well last night?" As he spoke these words, his gaze sharpened as he looked at Sheng Jingyi, making the latter somewhat helplessly amused.
