Upon seeing her come out, Song Baiyan put out his cigarette in the ashtray: "All taken care of?"
Tang Li nodded lightly.
Discussing such a matter with an adult male was unavoidably awkward.
Tang Li glanced sideways, without showing any reaction, to ensure her aunt flow had not stained the sofa, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Planning to go back dressed like this?"
Song Baiyan asked her again.
Hearing this, Tang Li looked down at herself.
She had removed her hoodie and wrapped it around her waist to cover the bloodstains on her skirt.
Currently, she was only wearing a short-sleeved chiffon blouse.
This kind of attire was fine indoors, but walking on the main road, especially at the end of October—even with today's sunshine—would make her shiver from the cold.
Moreover, she was on her period and couldn't afford to catch a chill.
