Pea, of course, didn't understand, only found it ticklish and giggled, 'giggle giggle'.
Crisp and lively.
Nan Wan couldn't help but kiss her. Hearing such a healing laugh every day, even if exhausted, felt worth it.
The doorbell rang, and the maid, who was cooking lunch in the kitchen, quickly put down her work and jogged to the door to open it.
Who in Qing City doesn't know Huo Yihan.
The maid took out a pair of clean slippers from the shoe cabinet, placed them at the entrance, then turned to Nan Wan and said, "Madam, it's Mr. Huo."
Nan Wan's expression didn't change; her delicate features were enveloped in a gentle smile as she entertained Pea with a little rubber duck.
Just her voice was a bit light, "Hmm, you carry on."
Huo Yihan had no mood to change shoes; he kicked the slippers blocking his way aside, walking into the living room with hands in pockets.
The maid made tea and placed it on the coffee table in the living room, then returned to the kitchen.
