Gu Shengsheng was still stunned as he took a bottle of liniment for bruises and sprains out of the first-aid kit. He didn't bother reading the instructions, let alone the label—he just grabbed it.
'How does he know where everything is?'
To be honest, Gu Shengsheng didn't even know where the liniment was kept herself.
She asked in disbelief, "Mr. Ryan, is the layout of your apartment the same as ours?"
Lu Shijing finally realized that everything had gone a little too smoothly. He'd forgotten to put on an act.
So he could only say with feigned confidence, "We live in the same complex, so the apartment layouts are identical. This is a standard cabinet for first-aid kits; everyone's is placed in this spot. Ours is too."
"You said it yourself on your stream—you always keep the first-aid kit under the TV stand. Don't you remember?"
Gu Shengsheng was speechless. She had said so many things, she talked about everything on her streams and had no idea if she'd ever said that.
