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To live in his room?

Was there a mistake? Why would he want her to stay in his room? What was he trying to do? Had he thought of a new way to torture her? *

The thought of the humiliation she had suffered on the day of her wedding made her shiver. She raised her head to look at Sister Amin, wanting to find out what her plan was. ”Sister Amin, Young Master …”

As if seeing through her warm thoughts, Sister Min glared at her and said in a high-pitched voice, ”Gentle warmth, don't be so cheap. You're the one who took the trouble to stay in his room, young master.” ”Shit, it's all thanks to your eight lifetimes of good fortune that you were able to live in his room, do you understand?”

Noticing that her sister wanted to eat her up, Warm Snow curled her lips and timidly nodded. She didn't dare to ask anymore questions.

”…” Ah Min glared at her and spat at her. She turned around and was about to leave. However, she had only taken a few steps when she seemed to remember something and turned back to the warmth.

”Calm and warm, don't say that I didn't warn you in advance. Young master is young master, you have no choice but to obey. ”Be smart, and be obedient. Don't make trouble for the young master and make him angry again.” Sister Amin stared at him warningly.

After hearing her 'advice', Warmin hurriedly nodded.

”In the Yi family, no, anywhere. Young master is right when he says you are right. Young master is wrong when he says you are wrong, do you remember?” *

Warm nodded.

After she confirmed what she wanted to say, she left the room in peace.

However, when she saw the back of Sister Amin and thought of sharing a room with Yi Hao tonight, she wanted to cry but had no tears.

He packed his things and warmed up as if he were facing a great enemy. He picked up his foot that looked like a shot ball and walked step by step toward Ihao's room.

When they arrived at Yi Hao's room, He Wen took a few deep breaths at the door. He then nervously raised his trembling hand, lightly knocked on the door, and then called out softly: ”Young Master, I can …” ”May I come in?”

Because she was too nervous, her warm voice trembled.

As for Ihao, he was sitting in the living room, carefully organizing the documents that Ming Hao had passed to him. However, when he heard a mosquito-like sound coming from outside the door, he couldn't help but frown.

He rubbed his temples, then lowered his head and went back to his paperwork.

”Come in!” Half a day later, Yi Haotian lazily replied without the slightest emotion.

In the time it took for him to reply, it felt as if every second was as long as a year. It was only when she heard his voice that she let out a sigh of relief, then carefully pushed open the door.