"Why do you want to invite everyone to dinner?" In the evening, after returning to their room, Chu Molin embraced Qin Xue from behind, resting his head on her shoulder and quietly asked her.
"Isn't it New Year and we're back home? I just wanted everyone to gather. Why, don't you want to?" Qin Xue asked Chu Molin. Indeed, she had been the one to decide this without consulting Chu Molin.
"No, I'm just worried that you'll be too tired," Chu Molin would never dissent, but cooking for many people would be exhausting, and he didn't want his wife to overwork herself.
"With Xiaoqiao helping me, it will be fine. Guess who I met today?" Qin Xue teasingly asked Chu Molin.
"Who?" Chu Molin played along with his wife. He could tell she was in a good mood.
"Luu Xiao'ai." Qin Xue didn't keep him in suspense.
"Her... What did she say? She didn't hurt you, did she?" Chu Molin lifted his head to give his wife a thorough inspection from head to toe.
