Qin Xue just smiled and looked at Chu Molin without telling him what was going on.
"Are you playing coy again?" Chu Molin chuckled as he looked at his wife's mysterious demeanor.
"Hm, is that not allowed?" Qin Xue placed their child on her lap, leaning against her body.
"Of course it's allowed; I just want to know who was so unlucky to be taken advantage of by you." Chu Molin poured himself a cup of tea. The temperature had cooled, and it was a bit astringent.
"Your rotten peach blossom, who else?" Qin Xue laughed, looking at Chu Molin to see his reaction.
"What do you mean 'my rotten peach blossom'? As if I could stop them. But since she's treating, you should have a good meal, and we don't have to cook when we get home." Chu Molin hadn't eaten anything except the tea.
But judging by his wife's appearance, she should've eaten her fill.
