She wrapped her arms around his waist with a sweet smile, "Are you jealous?"
Song Tingfan hummed in response. Seeing the woman's eyes arching with a smile, the tension in his jaw softened a bit. He bent down slightly, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it."
In the past two months, Lin Qiao had grasped some of the villain's actions, like this bending down, which meant he wanted her to give him a kiss.
She cooperatively stood on tiptoe, "Don't you have something else to do? I'll ask them to make something for me later."
"It's okay."
"I want spicy chicken cubes."
"Alright."
Song Tingfan wouldn't let Lin Qiao into the kitchen, so she had to take the account book and go inside to look at it. She wasn't sure how long it had been, but he came in carrying the food.
Smelling the aroma, Lin Qiao sniffed, "Smells so good."
It must be said that the villain had a talent for cooking. In recent days, to cater to her taste, he was the one mostly doing the cooking.
