Gu Zichen remained indifferent.
"Gu Zichen, you son of a bitch, you stole my apple. Don't you have any gentlemanly manners? I'm going to fight you to death..." Qiao Xiguan's unrestrained voice filled the room.
It seemed exceptionally heated.
So when Wa Da appeared at the door, she just watched the ridiculous scene unfold before her eyes.
Qiao Xiguan kept climbing on Gu Zichen, who indifferently held the ugly-looking bitten apple high above, the two adults playing like children, seemingly enjoying themselves immensely.
She coughed twice.
It seemed nobody noticed.
Then she coughed three more times.
Still, no one paid any attention.
"Could you please consider the audience's feelings?" Wa Da suddenly spoke up, her voice quite loud.
The two inside stopped for a moment.
They turned their heads to look at Wa Da holding a thermos.
Wa Da said irritably, "Your dinner."
"Oh," Qiao Xiguan gave up on trying to get that half-eaten apple.
