"Is there a problem?" The person in front of her was wearing a mask, and Gu Zhiqi wasn't sure whether the original owner of her body knew the guy or not; anyway, she was certain she didn't recognize him.
"You're Gu Zhiqi, aren't you?" Seeing Gu Zhiqi's attitude, the purple-haired youth's gaze suddenly turned unfriendly, and a glimmer of disgust and hostility shone in his eyes.
Gu Zhiqi "..."
Which deity had the original owner offended this time?
"I am." Gu Zhiqi stopped looking at her phone, put it away, and looked at the young man with a faint expression in her eyes, "Do you need something?"
"Hey! So it really is you." Upon hearing this, the purple-haired youth immediately started rolling up his sleeves, "Boss, come over and hold my milk tea for me, I need to... hey! Boss, what are you doing?"
The youth had rolled up his sleeve halfway when someone grabbed the back of his shirt.
