Pretending not to hear, she went to the kitchen to turn off the stove, then to the entryway to change her shoes. She casually wrapped her arm around her best friend's, shamelessly insisting on going down together.
Nothing could be done about her.
Gu Yunzhen smiled indulgently and let her have her way.
They were bound to meet eventually, and tonight she was just an assistant—what could be discerned from that?
The stairwell was pitch-dark. Weining turned on her phone's flashlight, and a small ray of light illuminated the staircase, casting long, slender shadows of the two girlfriends. In a low voice, she complained, "You have time for wining and dining but no time to pick up the clothes, making an assistant do it."
"Xiaoguai, what are you mumbling about?" Gu Yunzhen asked her.
The girl shook her head, not saying a word.
At the bottom of the residential building stood a young figure.
He looked very young, probably just in his early twenties.
