Zhou Mingchen turned around, "Do you want to wake everyone upstairs?"
"Oh..." Xia Lu quickly covered her mouth, "But..." She was actually just too surprised.
The night was quiet, and the sound of running water in the soup room could be faintly heard. After exchanging glances for a few seconds, Xia Lu hurried a few steps to Zhou Mingchen's side and whispered, "Your back... has it been injured? I just accidentally saw something on it..."
Zhou Mingchen didn't answer, but just walked straight ahead. With his tall stature and long legs, Xia Lu could only trot to keep up, her slippers making a "patter patter" sound on the corridor floor.
Zhou Mingchen looked back again. This time, without him speaking, Xia Lu got the hint, slowed down her pace, and finally fell behind.