Gu Zhiqi shuffled downstairs in a pair of slippers, yawning as she went.
At the stairway landing, she noticed an extra person in the living room and paused mid-step.
What is she doing here?
"Xiao Qiqi, good evening," Yue Lan greeted with a smile, holding Gu Chengcheng on the sofa, "to meet again so soon, we must really be fated."
"Good evening," Gu Zhiqi replied lackadaisically.
Gu Chengan, seeing the two of them looking quite familiar with each other, was a bit shocked; whatever he imagined made him shoot Gu Zhiqi a sharp glare.
Gu Zhiqi simply ignored it and continued into the kitchen.
Soon, Gu Zhiqi's obedient voice came from the kitchen.
"Aunt Tang, let me help you with the dishes."
Hearing the dutiful tone, Yue Lan found it difficult to associate this voice with the carefree, lazy girl, but it was indeed her.
Yue Lan raised her eyebrows and looked towards the kitchen several times.
"Hypocrite," Gu Chengan muttered under his breath.
