When she returned to the 23rd floor, her hands were full of the sponsored milk the festival group had given her.
Lin Qi's hands were the same.
Just as she was about to place the milk on the floor and ring the doorbell, the door opened.
Luo tianlin was dressed in a light gray knitted shirt, and he was holding a little puppy in a diaper. He looked like a full-time husband as he opened the door for her.
For a moment, she wanted to laugh out loud.
Luo tianlin's rigid body seemed to have been melted by the puppy in his hand.
"Wuwu~"
When the puppy saw her, it wagged its bald tail and whimpered.
Its round dog head burrowed into Xia Bo's arms.
It obviously preferred her to carry it.
baby, be good. Don't worry. Big sister's hands are full of things. I'll put them down and carry you later.
Xia Bo rushed in, changed her shoes, and handed the milk to Mrs. Lin.
However, before she could turn around, she felt a cold gaze on the back of her white neck.
