The red carpet wasn't very long, only twenty-five meters.
Even with his right hand inconvenienced, Qiao Chengxun had no trouble carrying his wife along this path.
As they reached the entrance of the hall, Wen Meimei struggled to get down, sniffing hard, "Chengxun, Chengxun, I smell something really nice, it must be delicious!"
Qiao Chengxun held her a little tighter, preventing her from moving around, and said in a low voice, "Meimei, we agreed in the car, you need to listen to me, no overeating."
"Uh..." Wen Meimei pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved.
She was just hungry and wanted to eat...
Seeing the young girl's pitiful eyes, Qiao Chengxun realized something and softened his tone, "Hungry?"
Wen Meimei nodded.
Qiao Chengxun continued walking inside, speaking as he walked, "I'll take you to eat something nice."
"What delicious food is there?"
"A lot, all your favorites."
