Song Yiyan was very calm. "It's fine. Go wash up and sleep. He's just a lousy man. He can sleep on the streets. Don't worry about him."
Damn that gigolo. She cared for him, fed him, and paid for his living expenses, yet he still dared to behave atrociously towards his sugar mommy. Was he throwing a tantrum? He could go wherever he wanted!
Whoever dared to take him in now was a bastard!
After Ling Sheng hung up the phone, she was famished. She followed the fragrance into the kitchen and saw a small fire on the gas stove. There was a steaming pot on top of it, and the fragrance of the food came from the pot.
After opening the steamer, she took out all the dishes that were being heated up. There were sweet and sour pork ribs, braised pork trotters, stewed tofu with tomato soup, and a bowl of fragrant rice. Everything looked and tasted delicious!
These dishes were all cooked by Ji Xing?
