After changing their clothes, the two of them got out of the car.
Xia Yangyang had never seen Gu Qichen look like this before. He was always impeccably dressed, very meticulous, as if living inside a vacuum-sealed glass cover.
But now, decked in a casual sweatshirt with a cartoon pattern in the center, he seemed to have transformed into a different person.
How to put it, the man who was always overbearing and revered seemed to have a touch of everyday simplicity.
Gu Qichen saw Xia Yangyang staring at him for a long time and asked, "What, don't I look good?"
Xia Yangyang hurriedly said, "It suits you well, you look much younger all at once."
"So you're saying I looked old before?"
This man, always arguing!
Xia Yangyang said, "Do you still want to have beef noodles?"
Xia Yangyang had already turned around and dashed into the food street like a nimble little deer.
This street was lively, brightly lit, with roadside barbecues filling the air with the aroma of cumin.
