Gong Xue'er spoke with a joking tone.
She had already walked up to Lu Haotian's side.
Grinning, she said, "Haotian, you're back. What are you standing there for? Go get some bowls and chopsticks. We can eat now."
Xia Yangyang looked at Gong Xue'er as she spoke and truly felt that the two of them seemed like a regular couple hosting a banquet.
Gong Xue'er was really good at creating an atmosphere.
Instantly, it felt like the kitchen was filled with joyful harmony.
Little Xingxing's gaze shifted among the adults,
seeming extremely happy.
Dad had come home today.
And her favorite Aunt Yangyang and her family had all come over.
Little Xingxing tugged on Lu Haotian's hand, "Daddy, I'm hungry. Can we go get the bowls and chopsticks together?"
Though the atmosphere around Lu Haotian was somewhat cold,
hearing Little Xingxing's sweet, childlike voice made his expression soften a lot.
He patted Little Xingxing's fluffy hair, then went to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks.
