Zuo Qingqing never expected that Tang Ziqian would take her back to his residence, and she would follow him home obediently.
Throwing the car keys on the table casually, Tang Ziqian went into the kitchen and took out two cans of drinks. When he saw the person peeping at the door, he sighed, "Come in and sit down. What are you doing standing at the door? Being a door god?"
"Uh... isn't this a little inconvenient?" She hesitated at the door.
He looked past her and glanced at Obasan who was surrounding her and pointing, "If you continue to stay at the door, I'm afraid it will be really inconvenient."
It doesn't matter to him, anyway, the person wearing white gauze and being criticized by a bunch of gossips is not him.[
"What do you mean?" She turned around in confusion, and was startled by her mother-in-law who came around at some point. "Scare!" Where did these people come from?
The Obasans of different sizes stared at her with serious expressions, as if they were evaluating the products.
Zuo Qingqing felt a little embarrassed by them and said hello awkwardly, "Hello, you guys."
"Are you Huaxin Tang's girlfriend?"
Hua, Hua Xin Tang? Is this what the neighbors call Tang Ziqian? She was startled, turned around, and asked with her eyes.
The man lying on the sofa, tugging on his tie, smiled, drank the drink in one gulp, and shrugged frivolously, as if to say: Look, trouble is coming.
She frowned, not liking Tang Ziqian's arrogant attitude, and turned around to deny Obasan's speculation, "No, no, I'm not his girlfriend."