Zhuo Junyue casually picked out a white shirt, but even in his every move, he still resembled a distinguished young master.
He wrapped his arms around Su Ningyan's waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder, noting that the scratch on her palm hadn't faded yet.
"Wife, does it still hurt?"
"It stopped hurting a long time ago, don't worry, it will fade in a few days."
By late afternoon, around five, dinner was almost ready.
Zhuo Junyue and Ningyan went downstairs, where everyone was waiting for them in the living room.
The people present today were all their family members.
This meal, a rebirth after calamity, was extraordinarily meaningful.
After dinner, Zuo Mufeng finally couldn't hold back anymore.
He walked up to the second floor and gently knocked on the door of the study.
"Come in..."
Zhuo Junyue was in the study, reviewing his emails, and was somewhat surprised to see Zuo Mufeng.
"Bro, are you busy?"
