Speaking of this, Nangong Lin suddenly remembered. No wonder she felt she had forgotten something earlier; Alvin was still lying in bed.
"Should I really go?" Nangong Lin suddenly felt a bit troubled, "Will your Highness blame me if you go?"
John: "..."
"If his Highness were to blame you, he wouldn't have eaten everything you gave him," John said, "He threw up as soon as he got back."
Nangong Lin: "..."
Seems like this burden... ahem, is unavoidable. Unlucky.
"Alright then. I'll go take a look," Nangong Lin said, "You go ahead, I'll come over after changing my clothes."
Saying this, Nangong Lin closed the door.
John blinked at the door, thinking, wow, Second Miss, do you also love changing clothes so much? What a coincidence, my Highness loves it too!
Changing clothes is basically a major hobby, just like Nangong Lin's style. Changing once at the door, that's basic practice!
