"Don't duck your head back, I already saw you."
On hearing this, Zhou Yaling squinted her eyes and walked out of the kitchen confidently.
Zhou Yaling sniffled, crossed her arms and said with a soft hum, "I wasn't eavesdropping."
Not eavesdropping? Mo Jingchun couldn't help but roll his eyes back at Zhou Yaling.
If your neck were as long as a giraffe's, you'd have put your head right from the kitchen into the living room.
"Eavesdropping or not, it doesn't matter. Everyone will know by tomorrow anyway."
"Tonight, don't stay up too late, I'll be going to the office earlier than usual tomorrow."
Saying this, Mo Jingchun's lips curved upward, he chuckled and said, "How about I buy you a mountain bike? I noticed you're always rushing to work just on time."
With a look of embarrassment, Zhou Yaling moved her lips to counter, "It's not my fault. On weekdays I wake up earlier than you every day, and every time when you get up, I've already made breakfast."
