When Chen Yan heard Yang Nuannuan speak like that, he hesitated for a moment.
He was not a fool.
It was very late, and sharing a room with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, if anything went wrong, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't clear his name.
But when his gaze fell on Yang Nuannuan's face, Chen Yan's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Because he noticed that Yang Nuannuan's eyes were still red, as if she had just been crying.
Combing that with the different temperament and appearance of Yang Nuannuan now and before,
Chen Yan felt... as if this girl had just experienced something significant.
It gave Chen Yan an ominous premonition: Yang Rou was not at home, and with Yang Nuannuan in such a low mood state, he hoped nothing would happen....
Scenarios of "not going in, and then reading about Yang Nuannuan's death from a fall in the newspaper the next day" involuntarily appeared in his head. After hesitating for a while, he nodded and agreed.
