"My dear mother, that was close—I nearly got killed by you just now… Ah!"
Mid-sentence, she let out a sudden shriek and dashed out of the kitchen like a madwoman.
"Ji Mo, wait a second!!"
The computer screen displayed a photo of him and her together—if he saw it, wouldn't her "simma zhao's heart" be obvious to everyone?
In the living room, Ji Mo had already entered the password she gave and hit the enter key, watching the computer begin to boot up, just about to reveal the screen, when Ye Qiao took a quick step over, bent down, and pressed her right hand on it.
Clap!
The computer screen immediately closed.
Ji Mo looked up in surprise, his gaze doubtful as he looked over.
"Ye Qiao?"
"That…" Ye Qiao stiffly curled her lips into a smile, thinking quickly on her feet, "I can't seem to work your gas stove, can't get it to light up! Could you help me out?"
"Let me have a look."
