"What’s it got to do with you being a man?" Nangong Lin asked in confusion.
"Because I’m in your house." Guagua gave Nangong Lin a white-eyed look and pointed to the insulated container on the coffee table, "Look, he specifically sent you pig’s foot soup, and then saw a man in your room. How do you think he’ll react?"
Nangong Lin blinked, suspiciously looking at Guagua, "What do you mean?"
"Could Alvin like you?" Guagua helped Nangong Lin onto the sofa.
"What?" Nangong Lin jumped up in excitement, accidentally hitting her injured foot and cried out in pain.
"Hey, be careful." Guagua said worriedly, moving closer.
Nangong Lin was still in a rhythm of pain, wanting to die, and once it got slightly better, she gritted her teeth and said, "What nonsense are you talking? How could Alvin like me? He just moved to next door yesterday!"
"Didn’t you say last night you got drunk and he took care of you?"
"Yeah." Nangong Lin nodded, "I got drunk because I was drinking with his mom last night, shouldn’t he have taken care of me?"
"And he brought you pig’s foot soup again today?"
"I twisted my ankle and fell because I was drunk, is it strange he made me some pig’s foot soup?" Nangong Lin retorted.
"Nothing strange." Guagua chuckled bitterly, "But he seemed very angry when he saw me."
"Didn’t you say he’s always cold? Anyway, that’s how he is to his fans, not just you, so don’t overthink it. There’s no way he likes me."
"Maybe I’m thinking too much then." Guagua shrugged, "But Prince Alvin is known for being cold. Yet, he’s taking care of you and making soup—I feel it’s not that simple. Didn’t he call you out to join him on stage during his concert last time?"
Nangong Lin: "..."


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