When she reached the entryway, she saw him: Qi Lianxiu, standing outside the door with his arms full of bags. It was obvious he had the same idea as Feng Lv.
"You're here for Miss Li's housewarming party, too?" Su Yuhan crossed her arms, giving the two men a pointed look.
'What I really want to ask is, since when are you all so friendly with Li Qingzhi?'
Unfortunately for her, Qi Lianxiu's attention was completely elsewhere.
In her haste to answer the door, Su Yuhan was still wearing her kitchen apron. In Qi Lianxiu's eyes, the image was painfully clear: one person greets the guest while the other is inside, busy in the kitchen. They looked for all the world like a happy little married couple.
At the thought, Qi Lianxiu's heart soured, practically bubbling over with jealousy.
"Ahem..."
Just as Qi Lianxiu's emotions were about to boil over, a timely cough from Feng Lv reined him in, forcing him to grudgingly suppress his displeasure.
"That's right. I was invited to the party."
