Zhao Rong knew that every time there was an awkward situation like this, it wouldn't end well.
It was either going to be more embarrassing, or someone would walk in and it would be social death on the spot.
For instance, right now, Zhao Rong really wanted to ask the person outside the door, "You timed your entrance perfectly, didn't you?"
But then again, he thought, if that person had pushed the door open even later, they might have walked in on something even more embarrassing...
With this thought, Zhao Rong felt much more comfortable. However, he immediately froze, thinking to himself, what more embarrassing things do I still have to go through with this 'difficult little miss Zhu,' isn't being touched on the head by her embarrassing enough?
At this moment, inside the Yilan Pavilion, known by the sign 'Elegance of the Orchid Pavilion.'
About three breaths of silence fell over the room after the door was opened by someone, followed by a gasp from a female voice.
