Sun Jiaming opened the door and froze. He could hear someone inside, laughing raucously.
"Brother Jia Ming, maybe I shouldn't go in. I think I'll just head back."
Gu'er recognized the voice. That boisterous laugh could only belong to Cao Qiu. She hadn't expected her to be here and really didn't want to see her.
Before Sun Jiaming could even nod, Cao Qiu heard them and rushed over like a gust of wind.
"Gu'er, you're finally back! Jia Ming, what are you just standing there for? Get in here with Gu'er! I brought two fish and had Aunt Zhao start stewing them. Gu'er, you have to stay for dinner. You two need to get some nourishment; you've both gotten so thin."
Cao Qiu said, pulling Gu'er by the hand.
'Well, there's no getting out of this now.' Gu'er had no choice but to follow her into the house.
Cao Qiu was incredibly enthusiastic, and Gu'er found it a bit overwhelming. Still, her way of speaking had improved quite a bit. She wasn't as grating as she used to be.
