"After saying that, Eleven legged it.
Such an attitude of "you live your life, I live my mine"!
Gu Liancheng stood at the door, helplessly watching her go upstairs.
Fang Jiujiu was going up the stairs when he turned back, poking his cheek with his forefinger while sticking his tongue out at Gu Liancheng.
"..."
Hey? That brat!
Su Bai came down from upstairs again, trying to uplift the somber mood, "Mr. President, you found your son today, you should be happy! Stop frowning."
"Happy?" Gu Liancheng walked over, avoiding the eye contact with the living corpses on the floor.
...
In the room, Eleven placed Fang Jiujiu on the bed, had him sit properly before she befittingly cradled her hands and then said very sternly: "Fang Jiujiu, isn't it about time you explain today's happenings?"
Without a hint of guilt, Fang Jiujiu shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "What is there to explain? What does your relationship baggage have to do with me?"
