After the meal, Shen Hao took the signed contract and returned to the company first.
As for Quan Jingwu, he was so harassed by Nineteen that he had no choice but to take him to buy a cake.
When they got home, Nineteen rushed into the living room, happily holding a big balloon, while Quan Jingwu sauntered behind him carrying the cake.
"Wow, Nineteen, that's a pretty balloon you got there," Quan Mingxuan teased in a joking tone.
"Daddy bought it," Nineteen said, holding his little head high with pride.
Quan Jingwu put down the cake, and Jian Qing sidled up to him, her gaze falling on the cake, "Is it chocolate flavor again today?"
Quan Jingwu pulled her down to sit with him and pecked her cheek in front of everyone, "Guess."
Jian Qing gave him an elbow, her smiling eyes warm and tender, "I'm not guessing, I'll just eat it."
The autumn wind carried a hint of cake's sweetness in the air.
