She placed it on the table as instructed, then turned to look at him, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Whatever you make, I'll eat."
"Braised mushrooms? Stir-fried mushrooms? Deep-fried mushrooms?"
"Up to you."
Tong Ran, with a cold little face, circled back to the topic, "So have I become your nanny?"
"How is that possible?" Mo Nanjue smirked lightly, "I'm not going to pay you."
"Mo Nanjue, you—" She reached out and snatched his newspaper, rolled it up, and hid it behind her back, "I'm going out."
The man crossed his legs and leaned back, "No."
"Then when can I go?"
"After two months, I'll let you go out," Mo Nanjue said with a shallow squint of his eyes, "Stay at home, I like it when you wait for me at home every day."
"I can wait for you at home even if I go out."
"Are you sure?"
"…Hurry back to wait for you."
