"Stop talking! I'll go, okay?"
Bai Lang couldn't hold his expression anymore. He bounced up in a frenzy and cleaned the cutlery and plates on the table quickly before entering the kitchen.
Gu Qiqi was speechless as she listened to the sound of running water from the kitchen. She looked up at Gong Jue, who was calm and collected.
Oh my god. Could it be that Gong Jue and Bai Lang made a bet that whoever lost would wash the dishes?
It had to be known that Bai Lang's hands—which were used to flirt with girls—would probably make him cry like a 200-pound dog when he washed the dishes, right?
"Aren't you afraid that… you will lose?"
Gu Qiqi couldn't help but ask.
Gong Jue's expression didn't change. He raised his arrogant chin. "I've never lost before."
Gu Qiqi's lips twitched. Tsk. What an arrogant and conceited guy!
The image of Gong Jue wearing an apron and obediently washing the dishes in the kitchen surfaced in her mind…
