"Wanwan, does Little Cheng still like Ultraman? If he does, I can order the latest limited edition as a birthday gift for him."
"No need, the Ultramen at home are almost piling up into a mountain."
"What does he like recently then?"
"He likes me! Who wouldn't like the super adorably cute Ye Xiaowan?"
"Vain... beauty!!!"
Supporting her chin with one hand and idly tapping the table with the other, Tang Mulin lazily chatted with Ye Wan.
When a cup of hot milk appeared by her side, Tang Mulin casually held the cup and continued tapping it absentmindedly.
Without even lifting her eyes, that natural aura enveloped her.
As if, it had always been like this.
Hanging up the phone, as the morning light gently peeked through the window, Tang Mulin got up and walked into the kitchen, only to see Chu Jinnian serving vegetable soup into a bowl.
On the plate on the counter, there were fragrant carrot potato pancakes.
Tang Mulin's lips curved slightly.
