Zhou Chengchen stood there dumbfounded, what's going on?
Soon, Xi Siyan came out of the bathroom, his face covered in water drops, hair slightly damp, clearly having washed his face.
As he passed by Zhou Chengchen, she clearly felt the chill emanating from him.
It wasn't his demeanor; it was the coldness from washing his face.
Finally, Zhou Chengchen cluelessly realized what was happening.
Watching Xi Siyan walk into the kitchen, Zhou Chengchen quickly followed and carefully spoke: "Xi, are you angry?"
Xi Siyan paused while holding the cabbage, ignored her, and continued with his work.
"Xi? Xi, say something."
Xi Siyan still didn't respond. Zhou Chengchen frowned and continued circling around him.
The kitchen was already pitifully small, making it difficult for two people to even turn around, but Zhou Chengchen seemed completely unconcerned. Finally, Xi Siyan spoke up: "Out."
