The pancake's gone, Old Zhao ate it, and maybe he's already digested it.
Regret now is useless, Li Peifeng's mind was a mess thinking about this, just about to open the door, but it opened by itself from the inside.
"Is she gone?"
Xu Manning stood at the door with her arms crossed, looking Li up and down: "What were you talking about? It took so long to come up."
"I bet you weren't discussing research topics."
Huang Tianxuan picked up a peach from the coffee table in the living room, took a bite, and looked at Li Peifeng, who had just entered and changed shoes. Seeing the hint of redness on his lips, her smile deepened: "Oh, was I mistaken? Did Professor Zhao teach you something new?"
Li Peifeng, troubled and confused, reflexively asked, "What?"
"Teaching you how to apply lipstick, of course."
