Though the woman didn't think too much, Fan Meilin did think a lot. What did she mean by that—it wasn't like that? He narrowed his eyes and followed Luo Huian inside the room where the woman was tying her hair in two buns.
"What did you mean by that?"
"Oof!" Luo Huian turned and looked at the mer who was staring at her with a resentful gaze. The look that he was giving her was similar to the ones that the troubled mers gave to their scumbag. Luo Huian brushed the locks of her hair from her forehead and pulled her top down.
With an awkward look, she said, "I just meant that—"