"Husband?"
"Have some porridge. You sisters don't have to worry about Miss Ren. You have your own considerations for your husband."
"Oh, okay, I know."
Under Qinglian's service, a bowl of porridge and water gradually entered Young Master Liu's stomach.
As the saying goes, when you are full and warm, you miss your wife.
Liu Mingzhi saw Qinglian put the porridge bowl back on the tray, picked it up in his arms, and walked towards the soft table next to the bookshelf that was used for a nap while laughing.
"Husband."
"嘤咛"
The moonlight is hazy and the autumn night is getting colder, but it still cannot stop the sultry scenery of spring.
Chapter completed!