CHAPTER 82 — WHEN THE ADULT IN THE ROOM SPEAKS
Ling Yifan had expected chaos.
He had not expected this.
The moment he opened the door to the shared lodging wing, he was hit with the unmistakable scent of poor decisions. Something worse. A lingering mixture of spirit-chips, incense, fried food, and regret.
A strong sense of Alcohol came from their clothes.
His steps slowed.
His eyes narrowed.
Chen Wulian froze mid-laugh.
Zhao Ming stopped chewing on something she definitely should not have been chewing at this hour, didn't tell what that was either.
Jin Ruolan straightened instinctively, like a soldier caught slouching.
Ouyang Xue'er closed her eyes.
Qin Shuo adjusted his glasses very carefully and said nothing.
Ling Yifan stood there for a long moment, spear resting against the doorframe, posture straight, expression calm in a way that made everyone's stomach sink.
He had already heard the rumors of what happened last night, when he went for coffee this morning.
