"Yeah, had a good time chatting," Shu Pan casually replied.
Instantly, Gu Shaoting's face darkened, and the sourness in his heart seemed to bubble up.
He pulled back the chair, stood up, and, taking advantage of his height, approached Shu Pan from above.
"I hope that when you say you're taking care of me, you should show some sincerity. Like tonight, going out with friends without explaining anything, leaving me hungry at home. Don't you think it's a bit too much?" Gu Shaoting's voice was mild as water, his fair face calm, and his black eyes deep and tranquil.
Shu Pan was forced to take a slight step back. She stood her ground, locking eyes with Gu Shaoting, and said seriously, "Taking care of you doesn't mean I have no personal space. If you're hungry, you can order takeout or hire someone to cook. I'm not your personal nanny."
