"Hey, you're messing with his clothes. Aren't you afraid he'll come back and give you trouble?"
Gu Yihao saw him pick up Huo Feng's clothes and he was both nervous and a little excited...
Although he said that, in reality, Gu Yihao honestly stepped down from the bed, following his steps on the staircase.
"I'm just looking..."
Gu Erhao picked up the black suit and shirt, held it in front of him, and pretended to paint in the mirror, "Brother, it seems like we've never worn formal wear."
"That's right."
As Gu Yihao spoke, he came over to Gu Erhao's side, and they both stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at their reflections.
"Originally, we were supposed to wear formal wear to this dance, but as it turns out, we don't even have dance partners."
