Descending from the top floor, as soon as I returned to the hotel room, I saw Baby Chi looking forlorn with a small loaf of bread in her mouth standing in the entryway, as though she were holding a stone, those grape-like eyes full of reproach, "Woman, has romance returned?"
"..." She looked like a husband tragically cuckolded by his wife; that little expression, that small demeanor, made Chi Enen feel a twinge of guilt, "Baby Chi, haven't you had dinner yet?"
Mentioning this stirred Chi Jingchen's resentment. Muttering with a piece of bread in his mouth, he cast a meaningful glance at the tall man who walked in behind, and angrily took a bite of the bread, "…No!"
This afternoon, suddenly many people arrived, bringing flowers for selection, choosing tableware, steak, champagne. He knew then that The Neighbor Old Wang was planning some romance.
