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  I quietly looked at him and raised an eyebrow: "Have any opinions? If you have any opinions, don't hold back, just say it."

  All I could do was smile wryly, and even my thoughts were seen through. In an instant, I lost the mind to care about anything else, and only asked one thing: "Those two are... acquainted with you, right?" I had originally wanted to ask if they were his friends, but the words changed on my lips because the word "friend" would inevitably be refuted by him. Besides, I doubted whether someone like him could have close friends?

  Gao Cheng didn't answer directly, but instead muttered: "Now your eyesight has improved a bit."

  I took it for granted, and also as a compliment. In fact, if I were to change back to the past, I would have definitely treated those two people as difficult customers. But now, from the moment they entered, I would pay attention to details. Firstly, the man was talking to Gao Cheng, even though Gao Cheng remained silent throughout, but with his temperament, it's impossible for him to let a stranger sit next to him and chat idly; secondly, the woman looked up at the oil painting, and didn't seem like an ordinary customer browsing the store, she had a kind of leisurely and carefree air about her; as for when Gao Cheng opened his mouth, the two of them didn't say much before buying it, and even intentionally introduced themselves and left their phone number. These behaviors are not possible from ordinary customers.

  When Xiao Tong returned, Gao Cheng and I were already seated in our chairs, the atmosphere was not very harmonious, but the tension had dissipated.

  A cup of coffee was placed in front of me, "Sister Xia, Cheng Ge said to invite you to have a cup of coffee." I looked up at Xiao Tong with an expectant expression, this little girl has been completely bought over by Gao Cheng. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a gaze that seemed to be there and then not. I picked up the cup and lightly sipped it, hearing Xiao Tong ask: "Isn't it delicious?"

  I barely nodded, but then I heard a child shouting loudly: "Cheng Ge, Xia Jie said it's good to drink."

  A faint smile accompanied the voice: "Then from now on, you can buy an extra cup every day."

  Is this a way of seeking reconciliation through a child? Alright, although I didn't taste anything special about this coffee, only feeling bitter and astringent on my tongue, but also barely accepted his rare humility.

  As the gallery closed in the evening, I walked back to my apartment with Gao Cheng. I glanced at the tightly closed door next to mine and asked, "How's your house renovation going?" It seemed like only a day or two ago that I saw workers entering and exiting, but after that, I didn't see any sign of them again, probably because my schedule conflicted with theirs or something else.

  Gao Cheng glanced at me sideways as he passed by, taking out the key to open the door and saying lightly, "Not yet." The key to my house had been equipped with an extra one under his strong request, so now it was unobstructed. Following him into the house, I asked again, "Did that worker report the progress of the work to you?"

  He suddenly turned around, his dark eyes scanning me, "I'm not in a hurry, what's your hurry?"

  Can I say that I'm really anxious? He's been living with me for over a week now, and before that, everything was fine. In the morning, I'd go to the gallery first, and he'd show up around noon. We'd return together in the evening, and at most, we'd just chat more during meals. But what happened this morning made me realize that it's inconvenient for a single man and woman to be living together under one roof.

  But these words couldn't be said out loud, and he could only awkwardly reply: "Just asking." His mouth curled up slightly as he turned around and walked into the room. When he came back out, he had changed into casual home clothes and was holding two tickets... "Weekend theater tickets?"

  I expressed my suspicion: "Why are they with you?" I clearly remembered putting the two tickets in my bedside cabinet, but he ignored my question and casually stuffed the two tickets into his pocket, saying lightly: "We'll go take a look when the time comes."

  "Are you interested?" I wasn't planning to go at first, but then he said, "Imitation is also a kind of inspiration, it may be helpful to you." I frowned, thinking he was going to make another sarcastic comment, but instead he calmly took out his laptop and sat down on the sofa, not intending to say anything more.