So, as long as Jiujiu doesn't care, then she truly couldn't care less.
Jiujiu pushed Eleven's hand away, nonchalantly saying: "The matter of a decade later, let's discuss it a decade later."
Worrying about it now, isn't it a bit premature?
Eleven went to take a shower, Ye Fei leaned against the sofa, turned around to sit properly, and went over to ask Jiujiu: "What's going on with Eleven and Gu Liancheng? Are they really getting a divorce? The speed of it all has caught me off guard. Didn't he leave for a business trip? How he still could think about divorce?"
"Internal and external troubles, I guess, who knows. How could I understand your adults' love," Jiujiu shrugged.
Adults are really troublesome.
...
She thought there wouldn't be many things, but when packing up, they turned out to be one box after another.
Turns out she's lived here for four years, and there could be so many belongings. They're really invisible to the naked eye.
"Sorry for the trouble!"
