How many shocks could his frail body withstand?
"Let's go home."
She had lost her appetite because of such troubling matters.
Yan Rusheng raised a brow. "I thought you wanted to eat pan-fried dumpling?"
Xuxu shook her head. "Don't feel like eating anymore."
Yan Rusheng grinned. "Your husband can still afford to buy you a few dumplings."
Xuxu chuckled and teased, "After we handover the company to our children in the future, let's start a dumpling shop."
She yearned to live a carefree life with him—a life she truly wanted. But in reality, how many Aunt Mu Li and Second Uncle Yan could there be in this world?
Yan Rusheng nodded in agreement. "Good idea and you'll become the dumpling beauty."
Xuxu's face turned crimson. "I'm not beautiful enough to be called a beauty."
She reached out to feel her flushed face. Under the dimly lit night, her eyes sparkled like a crystal clear spring.
