"Second white, in your opinion, does Xiao Qiu think I'm stupid?" After Xiao Jiu finished a bowl of noodles and a mooncake baked by the boss's granddaughter, Gu en's mood had calmed down and she began to ask second Bai.
"Fourth young master, I don't know. I'm not familiar with miss Zheng." Said second white.
"Oh, that's true." Gu en nodded.
"Alright, let's go back!" Gu en stood up and called second white to go home.
When he reached home and lay on his bed, Gu en felt that he had forgotten something. However, he could not recall what it was. His mind was filled with Zheng Qiu.
In the past, she had been thinking about Zheng Qiu's various appearances at work. Now, she was thinking about the scene of Zheng Qiu drying his hair in his middle clothes. Although she could not see him clearly, it was more maddening than seeing him clearly.