Watching Ling Tianyu drive away, Su Ruoxi sighed helplessly. She let the past be the past and even accepted the urgency of his errands, but now it was the New Year, the New Year, such an important day, and he had left without even eating the dumplings.
The more Su Ruoxi thought about it, the more helpless she felt, and eventually, this turned into anger. She had worked hard today, buying all sorts of vegetables and meat, and the dumplings were all wrapped up. But no, before it was even time to eat, he had left.
"Alright, alright, it's only natural for a man to go out and deal with things," Su Jinhua said, seeing his daughter's unhappy expression and quickly tried to comfort her.
