The guest room wasn't large to begin with. It was big enough for two, but with so many tall, well-built males crammed inside, it felt exceptionally crowded.
Qin Muye saw Jiang Qingli surrounded by his rivals and realized he'd arrived too late—there wasn't even room for him to stand. He demanded irritably, "What are you all doing here?"
The moment he spoke, all the males turned to look at him, and not a single gaze was friendly.
Jiang Qingli: "..."
'I suddenly have the urge to facepalm.'
'Most people would pick a fight with one person at a time, but Qin Muye walks in and declares war on the entire room with a single sentence.'
'He's going to lose the argument and then go off to sulk again.'
Jiang Qingli coughed twice, breaking the awkward tension. "Why did you climb in through the window?"
Remembering what he'd knocked over just now, Qin Muye rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. "It was easier."
