She hugged Xiang Yimo's body and complained for a while.
Although she really felt surprised at this moment, the process of waiting for Xiang Yimo to come home had been incredibly agonizing. If only she had known a bit earlier that Xiang Yimo was returning, she would have been happy since yesterday.
"Damn you, Yimo!" Zhong Lingling punched Xiang Yimo's chest, completely oblivious to Xiang Yimo's unusual demeanor, simply assuming that he was too tired from hurrying back and that was why he looked like this.
"Inform you in advance? So that you could prepare yourself, right?" Xiang Yimo said in a very harsh tone.
"Of course!" Zhong Lingling said, puzzled.
She had been hugging Xiang Yimo's waist for so long; why hadn't Xiang Yimo lifted his arms to hug her back?
In the past, if they had been apart for this long, the first thing Xiang Yimo would do upon entering the door would be to sweep her off her feet and carry her all the way to the bed in the bedroom, showering her with kisses.
