"Mommy, eat this."
Chen Yuan served Yang Junlian a drumstick, also reminding her to stop talking about that topic.
Now, they weren't Zhou Xinyu and Chen Yuan couples, nor Zhou Xinyu and Chen Yuan lovers—they were, at best, a "Zhou Xinyu and Chen Yuan Study Group."
After finishing the meal, Xia Xinyu was about to wash the dishes when Yang Junlian stopped her. Then this mother capably rolled up her sleeves, donned an apron, cleared the table, and washed the dishes and pots.
However, Xia Xinyu still insisted on squeezing next to her to help, staying far from idle.
Then, left behind were Chen Yuan and Chen Jianye, sitting there and looking at each other.
So, at Chen Jianye's suggestion, they went downstairs for a while.
Together, they stood in front of the tree, padded and wrapped, that the older man had been around.
"Did you talk about the money I gave you?"
"No, Xia Xinyu did."
"Did you know about it at that time?"
"I really didn't."
"Let me see your cellphone."
"Why?"
