Feng Huaimu observed Xu Haohao's expression and asked nonchalantly, "Haohao, want to cook with me?"
Xu Haohao's heart thundered like a storm, her hand trembled lightly as she mimicked her usual attitude and sneered, "Do it yourself if you want, I'll only eat what's ready!"
As long as it didn't involve matters this bastard cared about, he was quite easygoing. Hearing her say this, Feng Huaimu nodded indifferently, "Then you can watch TV, I'll go to the kitchen to cook fish soup, Haohao, drink more tonight."
Xu Haohao felt a bit dazed. If she didn't know what a bastard Feng Huaimu was, she might truly believe he loved her and was an endlessly doting boyfriend.
Damn, he should go be an actor and win an Oscar!
Watching him carry that bucket of fish into the kitchen, Xu Haohao turned on the TV in the living room, cranked the volume up high, then tiptoed into Feng Huaimu's room and found his... laptop.
Xu Haohao's heart pounded wildly, she didn't even dare to swallow.
