Mo Nanjue frowned, thinking it was a nurse coming into the room, as the suite had a kitchen and amenities, basically like a well-decorated apartment.
He initially bought the land, and Chen An insisted on opening a nursing home here. At first, Mo Nanjue didn't agree, but it became quite famous.
He opened the door, just as Tong Ran walked out holding a plate.
"You're back?" Tong Ran wore a pink apron, her hair loosely tied at the back of her head. She glanced at the time, "I figured you wouldn't get back that early, so this can be a midnight snack."
Mo Nanjue tossed his car keys on the coffee table and took off his jacket, "Who told you to cook?"
"I asked the nurse downstairs to teach me. They said it's a loving dinner, but you didn't come back at night..." Tong Ran placed the plate on the table, "so I turned it into a midnight snack."
