Gu Jiangnian might or might not go to Liushi Restaurant, Jiang Muwan didn't know.
But she knew, if Gu Jiangnian dared to go.
The kitchen knives in Gu Mansion would have found another use.
Jiang Muwan tugged at the corner of her mouth, still repeating the same phrase, "I'm afraid he won't go."
"I don't quite understand, what's the situation?" Shao Cong, listening to their conversation, was completely confused.
Jiang Muwan smiled, "It's nothing."
Such matters were best laughed off in private—having everyone aware wasn't quite proper.
To prevent the awkwardness of making up in bed with Gu Jiangnian after a fight while those around them still held a grudge, would be rather unscrupulous.
The supper that night was common fare.
Probably because the street was quite close to Liushi, the three people sitting in the corner listened to everyone's chats about Liushi, clicking their tongues in amazement.
Jiang Muwan listened, her emotions indiscernible.
