"Who knows." Xu Qianqian shook her head, a cloud of gloom on her face, "I don't know when it'll end."
Upon hearing this, Song Xiyun also frowned. They weren't here in Yuhang for fun, but for serious money-making business.
The video's traffic hasn't even been fully digested yet.
At this moment.
Jiang Nian came out of the kitchen, feeling somewhat speechless about being conscripted by Xu Qianqian. He didn't really enjoy cooking.
A gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but close to women.
"Time to eat."
Upon hearing this, Xu Qianqian bounced up from the sofa, hurriedly heading to wash her hands and dragging Song Xiyun along.
"Thinking too much is useless, better eat first."
"True."
After dinner.
The three wanted to go for a walk, but the weather was a bit cold. They could only wear more clothes, then wear masks and go out together.
Downstairs, in a secluded area.
"This is suffocating!" Xu Qianqian took off her mask, her little face a bit red, "When will the flu end?"
