"You're addicted to good food, aren't you?" Jiang She said with a hint of annoyance.
Lu Linghe grinned smugly, flattered her intentionally, "Who could resist your fantastic cooking skills? I'll never miss a chance to enjoy your food."
"Well, you don't have to keep showing up, once is enough," Jiang She suddenly realized something was wrong, "Wait, who are you calling a good wife and mother?"
Lu Linghe quickly drove away, fearing Jiang She's impending lecture.
Jiang She threatened him through the rearview mirror, raising his fist.
Sighing helplessly, he felt he was just unlucky to have a brother like him.
Wen Zhiyao tried hard to hold back her laughter, but her expression was clearly visible.
"If you want to laugh, just laugh. You don't have to hold back so painfully."
"It's not that I really want to laugh. I just find your interactions quite amusing. Was your college life entertaining?"
Suddenly, Wen Zhiyao had a keen interest in their college experiences.
