Gu Qingcheng didn't say anything. She just put the things on the table.
Huo Sicheng frowned and didn't say anything else.
Gu Qingcheng looked at Huo Sicheng after she was done with her stuff.
"Choose one."
"What do you mean?" Huo Sicheng asked coldly.
"The meaning is clear," Gu Qingcheng said.
"Nonsense."
"I'm not messing around." Gu Qingcheng glared at Huo Sicheng. "You didn't reply to my WeChat messages or pick up my calls. What can I do? Of course, I came to find you."
As she spoke, she pointed at the keyboard and other tools on the table. "Tell me, do you want me to kneel on the keyboard? Or kneel on a durian? No, I didn't buy durians. Or a CPU?"
Huo Sicheng didn't seem to care about Gu Qingcheng's nonsense. He pressed the button on his wheelchair and went to the window.
The sun was exceptionally bright today. The light fell on his body, giving him a layer of sacred light.
