Leng Yejin let go of her. He was not a man who liked to show his emotions, and he did not want her to see his eyes wet. This was not something to be proud of for a man. "Where's the washroom?"
Tong Lu immediately got up and left his arms. She still felt that her back was burning. "Come with me."
He washed his face in the bathroom. When he looked up, a clean towel was handed to him.
He had long been accustomed to being served like this, but when he saw her thoughtfully hand him a dry towel, his heart couldn't help but warm up. He took the towel and wiped his face."Whose towel is this?"
"Don't worry, no one has used it."
"So, when you bought the towel from the supermarket, you prepared one for me?" This woman dared to say that the towel was prepared by Shanshan. How could a child like Shanshan think so much? He glanced at her while wiping and smiled.