"It's already eleven o'clock; I need to get back and sleep early." Huo Jingting smiled teasingly, deliberately saying, "My woman is still waiting for me at home."
Lu Yanhe: "..."
He walked towards the bar's entrance, took only a few steps, then abruptly stopped and looked back, "Remember to write 520, not one less, and no repetitions—this concerns your several floors."
With that, he strode out.
Lu Yanhe watched his retreating figure, grinding his teeth in frustration.
He took a deep breath to calm the restlessness in his heart, turning back to look at the sticky notes he had already written, massaging his forehead, "Damn it, why involve me in your marriage proposal!"
...
Eleven thirty.
After Gu Nanqiao had soothed Chengcheng to sleep and just finished bathing, Huo Jingting arrived home.
As she walked out of the bathroom, already feeling sleepy, she saw him enter and lazily asked, "Have you eaten?"
