Chuzheng sent Jih Youtang into the game the next day.
The administrators didn't dare to say anything; they acted as if they knew nothing.
Jih Youtang hadn't bothered Xi Mu for a few days, which Xi Mu found strange.
But it was better if he didn't come.
"What if we can't get out?"
While having lunch, Xi Mu suddenly asked this question.
Chuzheng was cutting steak and replied nonchalantly, "Then we won't go out."
Xi Mu: "..."
You say it so casually, didn't you previously rack your brains to get out?
Chuzheng wasn't trying hard to get out; she just wanted to see what this broken game was about.
"Isn't it pretty nice here?"
Chuzheng put down the knife and fork, casually wiped her mouth, leaned back, and cast a cool gaze at the boy opposite her.
"Or do you not want to live with me?"
"I'm curious, why did you choose me?" Xi Mu fiddled with the fork in his hand back and forth, his impatience hidden away.
"You... look good."
"Hmm?"
Just because he looks good?
