turning to the living room.

Jiang Chenglang cursed in his heart.
Stupid Little Brother.

He lay back down on the sofa.

It had to be said that the sofa was really too narrow.
Jiang Chenglang had never slept on a bed that was so out of proportion to his body size ever since he was young.

He curled himself into a ball and changed his position several times.
Finally, he found a relatively comfortable position.
After cursing Feng Linbai in his heart again, he fell into a deep sleep.

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The next day.

When Jiang Yu woke up, she was lost for a moment.

She looked around and slowly sat up.
She felt that her surroundings seemed familiar.
She felt like she had been here before, but she couldn’t remember where she was at the moment.

Jiang Yu hugged the blanket and rolled her eyes.

It wasn’t until she saw the familiar table and the photos on it that she remembered.

This was the original Jiang Yu’s room.

She was at the An residence.

But, why was she at the An residence?

Jiang Yu scratched her head and tried hard to search through her memories, but to no avail.

She slowly got out of bed, put on her sweater and coat, and opened the bedroom door with her slippers.
She saw An Yimin coming out of the kitchen.

An Yimin carried a steaming bowl and said, “Yu Yu has woken up.
I just made breakfast.
Yu Yu, go wash up first.
You can have breakfast after that.
I’ve already prepared a toothbrush and a towel for you.”

Jiang Yu nodded and went to wash up first.
When she sat down at the dining table, she did not forget the question that had been bothering her.

If she could not remember, she might as well ask him directly.

Jiang Yu asked, “Dad, how did I end up here last night?”

An Yimin: …D*mn.
Looks like Yu Yu really doesn’t remember anything from last night..

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