Yun Chu couldn't get a single word out either.
She bit her lip, lowered her head, and quietly walked into the room.
No one knew what she was thinking at this moment, and to be honest, not even she herself knew what on earth was going through her mind right now.
Her brain had practically stopped functioning; she followed Tan Jincheng into the room, and all she could hear was his footsteps behind her, and then the sound of him closing the door.
Right now, she was just like an utterly ordinary girl in love. If it weren't for how much she still missed her uncle, her mood would probably have been soaring by now.
No, maybe it wouldn't be soaring, because she was already so mortified and ashamed she almost wanted to bury her face in the carpet so no one could see her, and at the same time, like a thief plugging his own ears, pretend that as long as she couldn't see anyone, no one else could see her either.
For Yun Chu, she had never experienced this kind of ostrich mentality before.
