Could he not sense the inferiority in his tone?
Ye Qingqiu turned her head to the side and said indifferently, "It depends on what you want to do."
Li Tingshen pursed his lips lightly. "Okay, then you…"
"I'm going downstairs."
Ye Qingqiu interrupted him and walked out first.
Li Tingshen followed behind her.
The living room was empty.
It was as though she was the only one who had imagined the scene.
Li Tingshen didn't notice anything. When he saw Ye Qingqiu standing on the last step and looking at the living room silently, he turned around and held her hand. He brought her to the sofa and bent down to find the television.
"Sit here. I'll be done soon."
Ye Qingqiu sat down obediently.
*
Half an hour later, the dishes were served.
Looking at the dishes on the table, they were undoubtedly her preferences.
