Song Zhen and his wife had been in the kitchen for over an hour.
But after opening the doors at noon, Qi Lei asked with a smile, "Boss, what's for lunch?"
Song Zhen: "Zhajiang noodles."
Qi Lei: "..."
Soon after, Qi Lei went in to help serve the dishes and caught sight of Gu Xinzhou's slightly damaged lips, understanding everything.
Song Zhen quickly came downstairs and handed her a pink little face mask, "Is it this?"
Gu Xinzhou pursed her lips and glared at him fiercely, quickly putting on the mask.
Song Zhen pondered her small figure with a thoughtful expression, "Actually, I think, it's better not to wear it. People might think you just have a case of mouth sores from the heat. But when you put it on, it somewhat looks like you're trying to hide something, hmm, or should I say a guilty conscience?"
Gu Xinzhou seriously suspected that this man did it on purpose!
With her lips this cracked, it hurt like hell, and she felt too embarrassed to face anyone!
