This Saturday.
Ning Youguang woke up early in the morning and discovered something bad happened.
For some unknown reason, her refrigerator seemed to be broken.
When Shi Wangyue video-called her, she was staring blankly at the pitch-black refrigerator.
On the other side of the video, Shi Wangyue was already sitting upright at his desk.
With glasses on his prominent nose and a smooth-lined face that exuded a very rational and clear gentleness.
Judging by his posture, he might have been working for quite some time already.
Ning Youguang glanced at him without speaking.
"What are you doing?" Seeing Ning Youguang absent-mindedly glance at him and then just show a pointed chin in the video, Shi Wangyue was a bit puzzled.
"Thinking about how to deal with the fridge." Holding her phone, still squatting in front of the fridge, Ning Youguang stared at it.
"What happened to the fridge?" Shi Wangyue asked in surprise.
"The fridge is broken." Ning Youguang sighed, glancing down at him.
