"Buy! Buy! Buy! Don't just buy one! Buy ten!" Bian Mufan nodded repeatedly without thinking as he agreed.
After that, Bian Xiulin silently returned to the kitchen, while Xing Ye looked at his son and the overly delighted Bian Mufan with a smirk, as if to suggest he believed his son had inherited his intelligence.
However, in the kitchen, Bian Xiulin thought to herself that her son's cunning must have been inherited from his father!
The day after the Xing Family's gathering, He Teng returned to the base. Looking at the empty house, a hundred sighs wouldn't be enough to express the emptiness he felt within.
His wife wasn't home—no one opened the door for him.
His wife wasn't home—no one cooked for him.
His wife wasn't home—even his torn socks remained unfixed.
His wife wasn't home—no one made a fuss around him.
