When Zhang Xiaoling returned home, Yang Le had already prepared dinner.
Seeing Zhang Xiaoling come in, Yang Le's face showed a hint of guilt, "Xiao Ling, dinner's ready." He had been waiting for her, wanting to have a proper talk with her. He didn't want this matter to ruin their marital relationship.
Zhang Xiaoling nodded and went to wash her hands in the kitchen. She knew this had nothing to do with Yang Le, but her heart was still somewhat uncomfortable.
Once Zhang Xiaoling sat down, Yang Le served her some dishes, "These are your favorites." He had asked the Guards' Wives to bring them when he came back to deliver breakfast that morning; with Xiao Ling away these past days, he didn't want Yang Xing and the others to go hungry, as they could prepare their own meals with the vegetables. However, he hadn't expected to hear those words.
"They went to my factory again today." Despite trying to hold back, Zhang Xiaoling still couldn't help but speak out.
