"But Yaya wouldn't agree to it, no matter what, and even called the old master specially, so, I moved all your stuff to the upstairs guest room, right next to Yaya's room, which will make it easier for you two to talk," Aunt Yun said with a smile.
Qin Hai was at his wit's end, goddamn, what kind of mess was this, if he had to ride this rollercoaster a few more times, his heart wouldn't be able to take it.
Despite having ridden a rollercoaster of emotions, being able to move from the first floor to the second was a significant leap. Upon ascending the stairs, Qin Hai heard music coming from Lin Qingya's room and couldn't help but knock on the door.
"The door's not locked!" Lin Qingya's voice came from inside.
Qin Hai turned the doorknob, poked his head in with a grin, and saw Lin Qingya sitting in front of her vanity, applying something to her face. He quickly said, "Wife, actually, you don't need to put all this messy stuff on, a massage from me would do the trick."