Huang Qingtian's gentle and meticulous care while wiping her face was something Mu Keren remembered.
But the topic of mistresses and homewreckers still left Mu Keren feeling anxious for most of the day.
So, while eating lobster risotto, someone still had their cheeks puffed out!
"What, can't the lobster risotto make things right?" Looking at Mu Keren's sulky demeanor, Huang Qingtian rubbed his somewhat sore forehead.
Actually, Mu Keren was generally an easy girl to soothe.
Before, Huang Qingtian had upset Mu Keren several times, and as long as she said what she wanted to eat, buying it for her would smooth things over.
But this time, the situation seemed much worse than imagined.
"Unless you say the name of that homewrecker," Mu Keren, stuffing another mouthful of rice into her tiny mouth, hummed.
Abnormal!
Truly very abnormal!
