Sheng Xian seemed to have a pretty good appetite, finishing his meal steadfastly.
He had just cooked and got a lot of grease smell on him, and after eating, he cleaned up the dining table, went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, made a cup of juice, and placed it in front of Lu Jingyan before he went to take a shower.
His series of actions flowed smoothly without any mistakes.
It was too calm.
Lu Jingyan stared at the juice in front of her, even doubting whether the Sheng Xian criticized online was the same Sheng Xian she knew.
Ten minutes later, Sheng Xian came out of the master bedroom, changed into a set of clothes. His hair was still not dried, only half-dried.
Lu Jingyan, hearing the noise, lifted her head from the almost empty juice glass and stared straight at Sheng Xian.
Sheng Xian gave her a puzzled look, leaned over to grab the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV, "What's going on?"
