Sister Hao took that piece of exquisite durian cake, and Zhuo Yifan took it in his hand. As soon as he smelled that scent, his brows furrowed tightly.
Just now, the durian smell from Gu Mingzhu's mouth didn't seem like this.
Zhuo Yifan tightened his brows, his expression as if he were facing a firing squad.
Gu Mingzhu watched silently from the side, this bastard, didn't he dislike durian?
Today's leftovers were originally meant for her to take home.
So, has he become so bad that he even wants to fight her over a piece of durian cake?
Zhuo Yifan took a bite, found the taste unbearable, quickly put down the durian cake and strode upstairs.
Gu Mingzhu couldn't help but get angry, what does he mean by this?
If he can't eat it, why waste it?
But, thinking of his expression just now, Gu Mingzhu suddenly felt delighted.
He's so nasty, it's good to disgust him a little.
The durian taste Zhuo Yifan experienced was completely different from Gu Mingzhu's.
