They bumped into each other, they bumped into each other. If this isn't love, then what justice is there left in the world?
Shi Li CP, eternally standing tall!
Of course, Auntie Guan could not possibly understand such trendy terms. However, the shock in her heart was more or less the same.
"Where's the pot?"
Mo Shiting couldn't find a pot to cook noodles and he asked Auntie Guan about it.
Quickly, Auntie Guan stifled the amused grin on her face, turned and went to a wall-mounted drawer and took out a small pot.
Just as she was about to help wash the pot, she was stopped by Mo Shiting. He said, "I'll do it myself."
Since he had agreed to cook noodles for Gu Li, it had to be a labor of his own.
Seeing this, Auntie Guan merely nodded her agreement, her excitement about the CP increasing even more.
She won't allow it. First thing in the morning, she will have to report this to the old man.