Lin Yan was calculating in her mind how much Lin Wan would lose if she had four dramas on hold.
Let her keep her tail up, this matter is airtight, no one spread it out, and when Wang Mengyan is confirmed to have evaded taxes, will she still be able to laugh?
To thank Lu Chenyuan, Lin Yan went home early to cook personally.
Ou was chewing on a lollipop with his small hand in the pocket of his jeans, looking quite arrogant.
"Mommy, did you do something guilty? Why are you cooking?"
Ou looked at the sun that hadn't set outside and asked, "Did today's sun rise from the west?"
Lin Yan wiped her hands with the apron, feeling less burdened and said happily, "Can't mommy be a caring wife, a virtuous good wife? Your daddy loves mommy's stir-fried Shanghai greens the most."
Ou said, "Is it possible that this dish is the easiest?"
Lin Yan bent down and lightly tapped Ou's nose with her finger, "Go do your homework, are you very idle, little friend?"
