"Jinghuai, heading back, not eating?" The single guys in the unit usually eat together, but today, surprisingly, as soon as it was time, Jiang Jinghuai took off.
Fang Tongzhou saw this from behind and quickly followed.
"Yeah, going home to eat." After the woman said she would cook at home. Whether they eat or not didn't really matter since although it seemed the woman had become more diligent, Jiang Jinghuai never really considered her culinary skills. However, the key was that he needed to go home to accompany his son.
Jiang Jinghuai paused, then immediately understood this new feeling. When he was alone at home before, the food he cooked was comparable to pigswill, so he always ate at the mess hall. Now, he wanted to go home early, worried his child might be too lonely. Thinking of his son, a subtle smile gradually appeared in his eyes.
