Gong Xiaoqiao was wearing a black and white onesie with a giant panda design, and even had a bag of milk in her mouth, yet she could still speak clearly, "What? Have you come to hold me to account?"
Gu Hangshen looked at her with a dark expression on his face, his warm palm caressing her cheek, his eyes full of reproach, "How did you get so thin?"
Gong Xiaoqiao was somewhat taken aback by this completely unexpected line.
In those few seconds of her being stunned, Gu Hangshen had already stepped inside and helped her close the door, "It's cold at the doorway, come in to talk."
This seemed like something she, the host, should say, right? He really made himself at home.
As soon as the two of them entered the room, they heard some discordant moans and groans, uncertainty flashed across Gu Hangshen's face, then his eyes fell on Gong Xiaoqiao's laptop.