Yao Tang completely ignored the chaos transpiring behind her as she unhurriedly stepped out of the door.
Just as she had stepped out, she saw Cheng Yan's car parked by the entrance of the residential area. The man's dark hair shone under the yellow lights as he lazily leaned against the car, a smile playing on his lips.
"What do you want to eat?" he asked with a smile.
"Pumpkin millet porridge with sugar," she stated simply.
The two of them looked extremely compatible, with their figures swaying towards each other under the moonlight.
Imperial Palace.
After entering his home, Yao Tang walked straight to the living room and plopped herself onto the sofa. She took out her phone and started playing. Her thumbs darted across the screen, as her long eyelashes fluttered under the light.
Her movements were quick and agile that it almost looked mechanic.
"Wait for me here," he said, wrapping his apron around his waist. "I'll be back soon."
