"Sure," Li Shengxiao voiced in a low tone, slipping on his shoes and walking inside, "Where is she?"
From his words, who else could it be but Rong Yan?
Cui Jiangjing pointed toward the kitchen while complaining, "Do you two have to be so sticky? Right when you get back, you look for your wife. I'm a guest here too, not even a greeting for me."
His muttering complaint was cut short by a sharp glance, and he swallowed the rest of his words.
Tsk! Can't mess with him, can't mess with a man who has a wife!
He, who couldn't stir trouble, just opted to shut his mouth, planning to sit back down while touching his prominent nose, "I thought you had called Jiugongge's delivery service, but after I came, I realized that it's Rong Yan herself cooking. I feel kinda bad for freeloading this meal."
Li Shengxiao glanced at him and said indifferently, "Yet you're still sitting here, not leaving."
