As she was documenting today's events, Shen Chi came upstairs.
He didn't expect Xu Chaomu to be so engrossed; he had even placed the noodles on the table, and she was still writing diligently.
He could only lean in close and lower his head to ask, "What are you writing?"
"You can't see it!" Xu Chaomu covered her diary quickly and snorted coldly.
Shen Chi laughed: "Do you still have secrets that I don't know about? You're not bad-mouthing me, are you? I remember some people like to do that sort of thing."
"Can't you forget about childhood stuff?"
"Can't."
Xu Chaomu was about to close the diary, but Shen Chi snatched it from her hands.
Xu Chaomu laughed and wrestled with him for it: "You scoundrel, give it back, you're not allowed to look."
"In light of the noodles I made for you, let me take a peek." Shen Chi held the book up high.
