"Mm."
Yan Rusheng spoke briefly to Fang Jiayin and ended the call.
He looked at Wen Xuxu with arms wide open and said, "Tie the apron for me."
Just like an ancient emperor waiting for his slave to help him put on his clothes.
Xuxu had already gotten used to Yan Rusheng's unreasonable and tyrannical requests. She obeyed his instructions and went forward to tie up the apron for him.
This was the first time she saw him in an apron. Dressed in a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, coupled with a green apron with small cartoon character print, it made him appear less stern.
At one look, it did made him seem like a family man.
Leaning against the stove, Xuxu appeared enthralled as she sized up Yan Rusheng.
Yan Rusheng suddenly turned his face sideways and looked at her sharply. "These few days, you have been attempting to seduce me."
His tone was full of certainty.
