Mao Kun chuckled, "I think so too."
He then looked around, "How do you do homework when it's so dark here? Where's the light?"
The bartender was showing off his ice-handling skills and served Mao Kun a cocktail, replying, "Miss Bai said it's brighter here than downstairs, no need for lights."
As these people were talking.
Not to mention Manager Yan, even Director Chen couldn't help but wipe his face, thinking in shock—
Ah, it's really you, Xiaomao!!!
Once Bai Lian finished writing a test paper, she went downstairs. Manager Yan silently followed behind Director Chen, "Director Chen, why didn't you say earlier that Miss Bai knows Mr. Mao?"
Director Chen: "..."
How was he to explain that he had even competed with Mao Kun to do the dishes?
**
Friday.
Evening.
In a courtyard in a Purest Street alley, an elderly person with snow-white hair coughed several times before lifting his head, "You, cough cough... You're going to a classmate's house for dinner?"
