Lin Qingyuan felt a little unsettled.
It wasn't that he looked down on Meng Lihua's status, but he felt there should be a proper order to things.
Perhaps this was what they called being overprotective.
"Ma, let's just wait here at the door. Take this chance to tell the kitchen to send some delicacies over," Xue Zhong said, lighting a cigarette and blowing out a puff of smoke.
Ma Long said, "Good idea. I'll get right on it."
Lin Qingyuan, however, pretended to be careless and pressed the doorbell with his shoulder.
"Old Lin, you did that on purpose, didn't you?" Xue Zhong grumbled, his eyes wide.
Lin Qingyuan quickly explained, "It was an accident. A complete accident."
「Five minutes later.」
The door opened.
It was Jiang Xinghai. "I heard the doorbell just now and thought I was mistaken. Come on in, all of you."
"Master!" Xue Zhong was the first to rush in, his eyes scanning the room.
The TV was on in the living room.
Meng Lihua was busy in the kitchen.
