"Put me down. I can walk by myself."
"Stay here."
Bo Jinchuan didn't even pause.
"So if I go downstairs, are you going to cook for me?"
Bo Jinchuan stopped in his tracks and glanced at her.
"… What do you want to eat?"
Shen Fanxing tilted her head and pondered for a moment before asking,
"What can you do?"
"…"
Bo Jinchuan frowned. He couldn't tolerate her suspicious tone.
Pursing her lips, she went downstairs and placed Shen Fanxing on the sofa.
After saying "wait", he rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen.
In Shen Fanxing's eyes, he was like a domineering general who had donned his armor and rushed to the battlefield.
After some thought, she turned on the television and watched the show while waiting for the love dinner that someone had prepared.
