Thinking about it, Zhu Bufan's heart started to get excited.
As the saying goes, "He who is near the veranda comes first to the moon."
Thinking about his wife-to-be soon living under the same roof, Zhu Bufan's heart is inexplicably excited at this moment.
Jiang Xinying glanced at Zhu Bufan and seemed to be pondering something before she turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Upon reaching the kitchen and fumbling around for a while, leaving her in a bit of a mess, Jiang Xinying held a bag of spicy powder and couldn't help but smirk, whispering to herself: "Humph... you bastard! Dare to bully this Miss, I shall show you what true suffering is!"
Seeing the words "spicy powder" on the packet, Jiang Xinying's smile grew even more.
"Humph... you're dead meat, you bastard!"
Clutching her small fist, Jiang Xinying was feeling quite happy at the moment.
...
"Speak... what exactly are you here for?"
Now that Jiang Xinying had left, Chu Qingcheng began to interrogate.
