"...Doesn't your house have any mirrors?" Nie Xiaoxing pulled a long face, got up from the sofa, and coldly tossed out these words before heading for the door.
"Do I look like I'm so poor I can't even afford a mirror?" Gu Yan stiffened his neck, glaring at the back of Nie Xiaoxing.
"Idiot!"
Nie Xiaoxing's voice floated in from outside the door.
"Nie Xiaoxing, if you have the guts, don't leave!" Gu Yan jumped up from the sofa in anger, standing with his hands on his hips, glaring toward the door, and shouted loudly.
Nie Xiaoxing, who had just entered the elevator, almost couldn't resist going back to hit him when he heard Gu Yan's taunt!
Clenching his palms, Nie Xiaoxing took a deep breath, turned around, and closed the elevator.
...
About an hour and a half later, Nie Xiaoxing changed into a stylish leather jacket and jeans and returned to the studio with some packaged food.
Seeing Nie Xiaoxing come in, Gu Yan squinted his eyes, humming all along.
