Song Yan was silent.
Gu Chenxiao was just Gu Chenxiao, his way of grasping the main point was always unparalleled.
Song Yan was at a loss for words.
There was a rustling sound from behind, and Song Yan didn't dare to look back until she heard his footsteps moving inward. Then she cautiously backed up to follow him, "I want to ask you, have you seen my passport?"
Gu Chenxiao had stayed in his room all of last night and was there this morning when she left, so he was the first person Song Yan thought of.
However, Gu Chenxiao didn't answer her. In her anxiety, she suddenly turned around, "Gu Chenxiao, I'm asking you a question, have you seen my passport or not?"
Behind her was emptiness; all she saw was the punk outfit, sadly discarded on the ground.
He probably never wanted to see that outfit again in his life.
