C226 It's Not Your Fault

Ten o'clock at night.

Gu Xiangsi tiptoed back like a mouse, carrying the takeout, and secretly brought it back to her room. The air was suddenly filled with the smell of spicy hotpot.

"With a creak, the door opened, and Gu Xiangsi carefully walked in, afraid that she would wake Qiao Muyuan, who was already asleep.

"What are you doing out so late?" A clear voice sounded