Seeing Xiaoguai clutch the model in his arms as if he couldn't let go, Wen Wan sighed, realizing he really liked it.
"Where's the key?" Wen Wan looked at Mo Siluo.
However, Mo Siluo lifted his wrist to check the time and said, "Let's go, let's take you out to eat first."
Wen Wan was taken aback, but she immediately refused, "Thanks for the offer, but Xiaoguai doesn't like eating out; we'll go home and cook ourselves."
"Are you sure you can cook?" Mo Siluo raised his eyebrows, his tone teasing, "Or should I say, will the food turn out to be non-poisonous?"
Xiaoguai looked at Wen Wan with a look that totally agreed.
Wen Wan, her pride wounded, pointed at Xiaoguai and scolded: "You little brat! Has an airplane model bought you off?"
Xiaoguai frowned and corrected, "I just don't want to eat any disaster meals, that's all."
"You—" Wen Wan felt as if she had lost all her dignity.
