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Gu Nanzhou glanced at the staff next to him and lowered his voice: "Can we talk alone?"

Song Er'er: "No."

Gu Nanzhou was stunned.

He probably didn't expect her to refuse so quickly.

"Why?"

Song Er'er pointed to the overhead camera: "Continuous recording in public areas."

Gu Nanzhou: "Then go to a place where there are no cameras."

Song Er'er: "Not even possible."

Gu Nanzhou frowned: "You must be so guarded against me now?"

Song Er'er: "It's not to guard against you, but to guard against public opinion."

Her tone was quite calm.

"When you come to me, if you can photograph it, it's called old love, but if you can't, it's called a secret meeting."

"You said you just wanted to chat, but netizens said I was backing you again. In the end, you got the impression of being affectionate and I got scolded."

"Gu Nanzhou, I'm familiar with this process."

Gu Nanzhou's expression changed slightly.

Lin Zhi happened to be walking by from the other side of the living room. Hearing this sentence, he paused.

Jiang Mian didn't dare to move.

Zhou Wenye stood at the top of the stairs, folding his arms and watching the excitement.

Gu Nanzhou was silent for a few seconds and then lowered his voice: "You were not like this before."

Song Er'er nodded: "Yes, I used to be stupid."

Gu Nanzhou: "That's not what I meant."

Song Er'er: "It doesn't matter, that's what I mean."

Gu Nanzhou was choked.

Song Er'er glanced at the time: "I'll go up first if I have nothing else to do. I have to rest."

Gu Nanzhou asked subconsciously: "You don't want to talk to me that much?"

Song Er'er: "No."

Gu Nanzhou's eyes were just a little loose.

Song Er'er continued: "The main reason is that there is no overtime pay."

Zhou Wenye turned around directly, his shoulders shaking.

Jiang Mian lowered his head and bit his lip.

Lin Zhi's expression didn't tense up either.

Gu Nanzhou's face darkened greatly.

Song Er'er ignored him and dragged his slippers upstairs.

As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs, he saw Lu Zhi standing there.

He had a bottle of water in his hand and must have just come back from the kitchen.

The two met their eyes.

Song Er'er stopped: "Teacher Lu, are you eavesdropping?"

Lu Zhi: "Passing by."

Song Er'er: "The frequency of passing by in this program is quite high."

Lu Zhi unscrewed the water bottle and said calmly: "The main reason is that the villa is too small."

Song Er'er glanced downstairs.

Gu Nanzhou still stood there, like a statue hit by a debt.

She looked away.

"Did you hear everything just now?"

Lu Zhi: "Listen a little."

Song Er'er: "Which point?"

Lu Zhi: “There is no overtime pay.”

Song Er'er nodded: "The key points are well grasped."

Lu Zhi looked at her: "You care about money?"

Song Er'er: "Isn't it obvious?"

Lu Zhi: "It's quite obvious."

Song Er'er: "That's good. I don't have any merits. I focus on real poverty."

Lu Zhi was quiet for two seconds and suddenly asked, "Does he really owe you money?"

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