"Speaking of which, what's going on? You move in and then tell me about it. What do you mean by that?"
"I didn't want to bother you! Asking you to help me move would have been too much!"
"..." Eleven, "Ye Wanjun, you're overthinking it! Who said they'd help you move! Really, reading too much into it!"
"Hehe!"
Fang Jiujiu hopped off, his small hand wearing a thick glove, holding a tray and said, "Godmother, don't waste desserts on this ungrateful woman."
"My baby is right!"
"Tsk..."
Fang Jiujiu! You can't be my own flesh and blood for sure!
So, for the time being, Ye Wanjun and Fang Jiujiu colluded together. The two were more like a mother and son, sitting on the couch eating freshly baked bear biscuits. Eleven sat alone on a single sofa, watching them eat.
The two of them actually had the nerve to not even share half a piece of it with her!
"So, you were kicked out by your landlord, and you packed up and came here?"
