Fu Ziqian was busy.
Qiao Chuchu sat on the sofa with her legs crossed watching TV, looking at Fu Ziqian's busy figure in the open kitchen, and sighed... Ugh, Fu Ziqian really looks so virtuous, cooking, making porridge, cleaning...
If his temperament were as virtuous as this, she wouldn't be constantly quarreling and demanding to break up with him.
Sure enough, no one is perfect.
After washing the dishes, Fu Ziqian sat on the sofa with Qiao Chuchu to watch TV. They were watching a silly, sweet, and nagging urban idol drama.
Qiao Chuchu glanced at Fu Ziqian; could he really enjoy such a drama?
She thought Fu Ziqian would bring up the lock-changing issue and settle accounts with her, but why was Fu Ziqian so silent, what did he mean? What was he planning?
She felt she was increasingly unable to guess Fu Ziqian's thoughts.
