When the door opened, I saw not the dark face of my takeaway brother, but the cold and dignified face.

Huo Miao?

How did he come?

"You... Aren't you still angry?"

Didn't you just get so angry that you couldn't even respond to a text message?

How can you come back now?

Muchu has a big question mark on his flute head.

Nevertheless, he sided and let Hawthorne in.

"Know I'm angry, so send me a text message?"

"Or is it hungry?"

Hungry, speaking very slowly and clearly.

The slightly hoarse bass pronounces such words, which are easy to distort.

Mu Chudi was only teasing her.

"I just feel sorry...