So, when Yan Shao heard the clear and familiar child's voice saying, "Love-filled takeout is here!", he was overjoyed, and instantly rose from his seat.
"Little guy, Ying'er, how are you two here?" An excited man came around from behind his desk, eagerly going to meet them.
"Your precious son was afraid of you going hungry and nagged me to deliver your dinner. Either way, it's all food. He insisted we bring it over and have dinner with you!"
Zhu Qianying spoke casually, leading their son by the hand into the reception room.
Five years ago, Zhu Qianying had also personally delivered dinner to Yan Shao, but at that time, she was unwilling.
Five years later, she personally delivered dinner to Yan Shao again. Although she claimed it wasn't willingly, Yan Shao could tell that even if their son threw tantrums, she wouldn't have come over if she didn't want to.
