Zhou Haoran couldn't get the truth out of Mu Hanmo, but seeing his emaciated appearance now, it sure didn't look like it was just due to a temporary spell of overwork.
After all, it had only been a few days. It's not like he was like those office workers who toil through the night to make ends meet. How could he suddenly wither away so drastically just by being at school?
Because of these doubts, Zhou Haoran actually didn't believe a word when Mu Hanmo claimed he hadn't touched anything he shouldn't have.
But without evidence, and the other party keeping silent about this groundless suspicion, all he could do at the moment was sulk on his own.
Half reclining on the bed, he tossed and turned, too dispirited even to play games.
Feeling depressed, he could only furiously jab at his phone screen, almost wishing he could punch a hole through it.
Over at the girls' dormitory, Yu Dandan was busy putting on makeup.
"Shaodan, do you know about Saint Laurent's man-killer shade?"
