“Okay, I’ll give you a chance to show off.”Ye Zhuo sat on the sofa.
Cen Shaoqing started to blow her hair.
Ye Zhuo’s hair was thick, long, and soft. It looked like top-grade silk. Cen Shaoqing held the hair dryer in one hand, and his other hand weaved through her black hair.
The scene was very harmonious.
Ye Zao continued, “I saw song Shiyu today.”
Song Shiyu.
Upon hearing this name, Cen Shaoqing furrowed his brows without anyone noticing.
“Where did you see him?”Cen Shaoqing opened his thin lips and asked.
Ye Zao said, “He lives right next door to us. We even had supper together tonight.”
They had supper together.
A man and a woman were actually having supper together.
Hearing this, Cen Shaoqing felt a little depressed.
That feeling was a little strange.
A second ago, the sky was clear, but in the next second, dark clouds covered the sky.
“What did you eat together?”Cen Shaoqing asked.