This inn was Liu Ruyan's property. Gu Mian had always thought Liu Ruyan's taste was rather inexplicable. The glorious chandelier hanging above, boasting a style reminiscent of the Republic era, had been there before Gu Mian moved in. He had once feared it might fall and hit him. Thankfully, this splendid chandelier had hung firmly from the ceiling for many years and seemed to have no intention of landing on his head.
He had once imagined what it would be like if someone hung from the chandelier. Unfortunately, that thought became reality today. Gu Mian silently looked up at Xiao Hong, who was hanging from it.
She was wide-eyed, her gaze locked on his. Gu Mian remained silent for two seconds. "Could you tell me how you managed to get up there?"
Xiao Hong, her innocent eyes wide, predictably said nothing.
Well, he might as well pretend she climbed up there herself.
