He had met his match.
Tang Ji 'an reached out and pushed her head. "Alright, we'll do it until the Lantern Festival. This matter is settled."
Second young master Tang's words and actions have taught you that in his world, his words are the law.
The car stopped outside her house's courtyard, but Tang Ji 'an didn't get out of the car and go in. He still had important things to do and important social events to attend to that night.
Mu Mian got out of the car with the thermal lunch box and snorted in her heart. I won't bring him breakfast tomorrow.
Tang Ji 'an rolled down the window and ordered, " "We'll continue tomorrow morning."
"What do you mean continue?" mu Mian turned around and looked at him.
"Continue, pumpkin congee."
Mu Mian cursed in her heart. She might die if she said two more words. She said unwillingly, " "It depends on my mood."
After he finished speaking, he pushed the door open and entered the courtyard without looking back.
