In an instant, the sound of boiling water, the pounding on the door, and the man's cold laughter all merged into one.
Jiang Muwan held her phone leaning against the kitchen bar, her gaze still fixed on the doorway, the call still connected.
She fell silent for a moment, then tilted her head and called out with a light, teasing smile, "Gu Jiangnian."
That earnest voice led Gu Jiangnian to believe she had something serious to discuss with him.
He hummed in acknowledgment, as a response.
Jiang Muwan spoke again, "If I absolutely must call you a dog of a man, you're definitely the most conscientious one among them."
Gu Jiangnian: ......
A dog can't spit out ivory.
"Jiang Muwan," he imitated her tone when calling her name.
Jiang Muwan lightly acknowledged him.
Then, with the same tone, he began to speak slowly from the other side, "If I must call you a shrew, then you are definitely the most heartless one among them."
