"Had enough?" Huo Jingtang's tone was icy cold, "You don't need to come back. The eldest brother's wedding has been postponed; there won't be a wedding for now."
"Ah…" Zhong Lang felt very surprised, "Then our Zhong Family has saved a big red envelope. Even if he doesn't get married, I still need to come back, because I miss Little Cencen, hahaha…"
Huo Jingtang immediately hung up the phone, so as to avoid the annoyance of Zhong Lang's laughter.
Was his Little Cencen someone other men could think about? Hmph!
Huo Jingtang casually placed his cell phone on the coffee table and turned his gaze towards Qin Yucen, who was busying herself in the kitchen wearing an apron. The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. This simple and ordinary life was bliss. Having the one you love cook a meal for you and then slowly enjoying it—that was happiness.
