Gu Zhaohan, however, smiled rarely and went directly with his food box to one side of the rooftop.
This was the rooftop railing, about waist-high and thirty centimeters wide.
It was actually covered with glossy, jade-like glass bricks.
Gu Zhaohan sat down on it right away, opening the food box layer by layer.
Xia Yangyang's expression, though, was somewhat troubled.
Xia Yangyang walked over, "Come down quickly, sitting here is so dangerous."
Even sitting directly on the ground, Xia Yangyang had accepted it.
But Gu Zhaohan sitting there was truly frightening.
Gu Zhaohan said, "Eating up here feels very different, don't believe me, you can try it yourself."
Xia Yangyang was not afraid of heights.
But looking down from the rooftop, just one glance could provoke a sense of weightlessness at the bottom of her heart.
It was a kind of natural fear.
As Xia Yangyang cautiously looked down, Gu Zhaohan suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her down to sit.
