The sand sculpture thought I was a robot

Jian Chao listened to these two sentences of Xiaobai word for word. He had an iceberg face, and it was even more gloomy, as if a storm was brewing at any time, and he didn't even notice it.

"I still have the mood to think about this, it seems that it's not a big deal, I'm leaving, I'm going back." Shen Lang got up and patted Duan Xiaobai's shoulder, he was still in a hurry to go back.

Duan Xiaobai saw through it at a glance: "Sure enough, people who have boyfriends are different. If you go back in such a hurry, is it true that your boyfriend is doing a good job?"

In order to go back as soon as possible, Shen Lang casually perfunctory: "Yeah, it's really good, so I have to go back quickly. If I don't go back, my boyfriend will think about demolishing the house."