Feng Huaijin walked over wearing a subdued, loose, dark gray home outfit, glancing around.
Only one piece left on the table...
Su Li looked cautiously at Feng Huaijin. His face was cold, his attractive lips slightly pressed down. His already authoritative presence seemed even more stern now.
No way?
Was he angry just because there was only one mooncake left for him?
Feng Huaijin glanced faintly, and said indifferently, "Su Li, you truly are stingy, only this one piece."
But even if there was only one, as long as it was made for him, it made him feel content.
Su Li smiled awkwardly, but it wasn't just one piece... the rest was eaten by your son.
Su Li cautiously inquired, "What's wrong? Is work not going well? Why did you talk for so long?"
Over half an hour.
