When Nanheng arrived, it was already in the evening. When Ji Nuan came out of the room, she saw that Nanheng had yet to leave.
Being polite, she casually asked if he wanted to stay for a meal.
Who would have thought that this great elder would actually agree.
Ji Nuan glanced at the ground covered in cake and trash, wondering if there was actually any need for her to be polite to Mo Jingshen's two good friends.
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That night, Nanheng looked at the takeaway on the table and pursed his lips.
"Dare I ask, the last time you went to Old Qin's place, you made up a whole feasting table, yet all I get is takeaway?"
Mo Jingshen tossed a pair of disposable chopsticks at him, speaking indifferently, "Do I look like I have the spare effort to cook up a feast for you right now?"
Nanheng raised his brows, shifting his gaze onto Ji Nuan who Qin Siting had now labeled a 'virtuous wife.'
