Why are you still here cooking?
Zhao Jingmiao was anxious but she couldn't go over and pull the person away.
"I don't want this." She said from behind, "You should leave quickly. If the neighbors see, they'll misunderstand."
"Misunderstand what?" Qian Bao replied, "Didn't you say you weren't getting married?"
If they misunderstand, it's not a big deal.
Zhao Jingmiao, "..."
There was no way to respond to that.
Then, she watched as Qian Bao sauntered into the kitchen.
Seeing that the pot with the old hen on the stove hadn't moved, he went over to turn on the heat, then went to the bathroom to get a basin of cold water, holding a towel and looking at Zhao Jingmiao who was standing there, "Come over."
Zhao Jingmiao, "..."
Doesn't he just treat this place like his own home?
He doesn't regard himself as an outsider at all.
"No need, I can do it myself." Zhao Jingmiao said with her head down, "You should leave, you're not welcome here."
