The moment Liu Muyan dragged Yan Mo away from the destroyed room, the commotion in the house finally began to settle down.
Inside the room, Rong Bing remained standing among the scattered planks with his arms folded across his chest.
He glanced around at the wreckage and said calmly, "I can still sleep here."
Liu Muyan looked at him as if he had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world.
"Sleep where?"
Rong Bing pointed at the remains of the bed.
Liu Muyan followed his finger and looked at the pile of broken wood lying on the floor.
Then she looked back at him.
"There is no bed."
"I have slept on worse."
"I don't care."
Without giving him a chance to argue, she pointed directly at the door.
"You are coming with me."
For the first time that night, Rong Bing looked slightly uncertain.
Unfortunately for him, Liu Muyan was not the kind of person who accepted refusal.
A few moments later, everyone had finally been sent back to their rooms.
Including Rong Bing.
