An Ran silently lifted the corner of her lips and began to survey... their home.
The living room was still as it had been half a year ago, a simple fabric sofa set, a glass coffee table, a forty-inch TV on the wall, it couldn't be simpler.
The kitchen was even cleaner, not even a pot or bowl, not to mention there wasn't even a refrigerator.
"Mu Xingfeng, do you never eat at home?"
Because she discovered that the house not only lacked pots and bowls, but even a dining table.
For An Ran, who loved cooking, the absence of these things made her feel calling this place a home was really quite forced.
"The Guard Team has a canteen, and I don't know how to cook. These things wouldn't be used anyway. If you think it's necessary, I can take you shopping to buy whatever you like, how's that?"
Mu Xingfeng responded to An Ran from the bedroom. Though she couldn't see him, it was easy to hear the joy in his voice.
