When Bo Yanching walked into the private room carrying a bag of vegetables and meat, everyone inside almost thought the world had turned magical.
Yaen Chi sprawled on the pool table laughing for a good while, dodging a beating, and handed over a big bag to the waiter, asking the chef to prepare the ingredients and serve them.
Bo Yanching took off his jacket and draped it over Nan Jiaojiao's legs. He touched the bowl of pudding she was holding, noticing it was chilly, just taken out from the fridge, with a layer of moisture on the edge of the bowl. He swapped it for a pastry that hadn't been chilled.
Mo Tingshen propped his head, watching as if he were seeing a TV drama, and teased, "Haven't seen you in a few days, you're starting to become a family man, huh, Bo Lao San? You really have a fatherly vibe now."
