As soon as she saw him, she was like a mouse who saw a cat. Her little face was panicked and she hurriedly wanted to escape.
Qin Dapao’s brows were slightly furrowed.
“What are you hiding?”
Chi Zaozao was slightly stunned when she heard this, and was holding the plate to enter the kitchen.
She turned her head stiffly and squeezed out an ugly smile.
“I didn’t hide. I’m just full. Let’s see you come over and make room for you.”
Qin Dapao’s sharp eyes were locked firmly on her face. Chi Zaozao felt that his body and mind were placed in a hot oil pan, and he was suffering.
Just when she was about to lose her legs, Qin Dapao suddenly walked towards her.
“I drank too much last night and couldn’t remember anything. I had two injuries on my head. Do you know what’s going on?”
He showed a puzzled and annoyed expression, obviously very troubled.
When Chi Zaozao heard him, he was both scared and happy. What he was afraid of was that he had indeed discovered the wound on his forehead early in the morning, but he was also happy that he was so drunk last night that he had reached the point of being completely broken.
She brewed her feelings, deliberately frowned, and looked at his injured forehead innocently with her eyes wide open.
“Hey, I didn’t have this injury when I helped you back to your room last night. Did you get up and make trouble in the middle of the night last night?”
Chi Zaozao pretended to be innocent, but she couldn’t help but pound in her heart. She looked at Qin Dapao’s inquiry and suspicious eyes and felt heartbroken.