Creak, creak.
In Zheng Guanyu's luxurious apartment by the river, Chen hansheng was putting up a fortune sticker. He was the one who had made the sound by pulling on the transparent tape.
This should be Chen hansheng's " gift ". He had specially traveled a few hundred kilometers to add to the festive atmosphere.
If it were any other girl, they would have been very touched. However, Zheng's best friend was just leaning against the door frame, wearing loose pajamas, with her arms crossed, and her head tilted to look at Chen hansheng.
"What are you looking at?"
Chen hansheng felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. He turned his head and said, ""Bring a pair of scissors over, you're acting like an idiot."
"Zhenzhen,"
Zheng guanye smiled and went to get the tools without saying anything.
"Damn, that's too smart."
Chen hansheng stared at Zheng Guanyu's back and muttered in his heart.
