Gu Zhiqi glanced at the bandage on his forehead and his brows lifted slightly.
He walked over to Mo Weiran and asked him, "What's up?"
"There is! A big deal!" Mo Weiran said, and immediately pointed to the bandage on his forehead. "Look, I really got hurt yesterday."
Mo Weiran hadn't taken Gu Zhiqi's words to heart yesterday.
After he got home yesterday, he saw his uncle go to the bathroom with six sheets of toilet paper, and he casually told him to take less. Who knew his uncle would think he was meddling and hit him on the head? Unexpectedly, the cuff of his uncle's sleeve had a loose pin, which ended up scratching his head.
Although Mo Weiran felt that it might just be a coincidence, he still wanted to verify it.
Don't ask why; it's just because he had nothing better to do.
On hearing this, Gu Zhiqi raised his eyebrows and said, "So?"
"So, give me another trial pack, the one for 88 yuan," Mo Weiran pleaded with Gu Zhiqi.
Gu Zhiqi "..."
