Gong Jue was extremely displeased.
Who was crowing in the middle of the night?
Just as he was about to ignore Gu Qiqi and continue kissing her bun, the doorbell downstairs rang again.
The sound was quite persistent.
Gong jue unhappily wrapped his robe. “I’ll go down and take a look. Wait for me to come back and do it.”
He strode down the stairs at the speed of a battle, ready to get rid of that troublemaker.
The moment he opened the door, he saw Chu Junmo leaning against his front door drunkenly!
Gong jue frowned, thinking to himself that Chu Junmo must have regretted coming to talk to him properly.
