Evening.
When Mo Chen returned to Jiang Mansion No. 1 and opened the door, a soft body immediately threw itself into his arms.
He took a step back from the impact and instinctively hugged her.
Qiao Ruoxin looked up at him, "Brother Mo Chen, you're finally back, I've been waiting for you for so long."
The man chuckled softly as he looked down at her, his voice deep and doting, "If you're tired, sleep. Why wait for me?"
Qiao Ruoxin pouted, "So you mean you don't want to eat the dinner that I cooked for you personally?"
Saying this, she stepped out of his embrace and said lightly, "Alright then, I'll just throw it away."
Mo Chen pulled her back into his arms, holding her chin, "There's such a good thing?"
"..."
She really was masochistic.
She pulled Mo Chen towards the dining room.
Entering the dining room, he immediately noticed the beautifully presented dishes on the table, which clearly took quite a bit of time to prepare.
