"What's it got to do with you being a man?" Nangong Lin asked in confusion.
"Because I'm in your house." Guagua gave Nangong Lin a white-eyed look and pointed to the insulated container on the coffee table, "Look, he specifically sent you pig's foot soup, and then saw a man in your room. How do you think he'll react?"
Nangong Lin blinked, suspiciously looking at Guagua, "What do you mean?"
"Could Alvin like you?" Guagua helped Nangong Lin onto the sofa.
"What?" Nangong Lin jumped up in excitement, accidentally hitting her injured foot and cried out in pain.
"Hey, be careful." Guagua said worriedly, moving closer.
Nangong Lin was still in a rhythm of pain, wanting to die, and once it got slightly better, she gritted her teeth and said, "What nonsense are you talking? How could Alvin like me? He just moved to next door yesterday!"
"Didn't you say last night you got drunk and he took care of you?"
