Mu Yiliang rubbed her eyes.
She rubbed her eyes again.
Only then did she confirm she wasn't hallucinating.
The next second, she trembled as she pointed at the man who appeared in her kitchen: "Yan Sijue! What are you doing here!"
The man was handling the ingredients at a leisurely pace and actually seemed quite skilled. Even wearing her pink apron didn't look out of place on him; his face was too mesmerizing, mere pink couldn't dull his colors.
Hearing her roar, he slightly raised his eyes and smiled gently: "You're back? Just wait ten more minutes and dinner will be ready."
Xiaoze was busily washing vegetables and flashed her a grin: "Mommy, you're back?"
"What is he doing here!" She trembled as she pointed at the man, asking Xiaoze.
"Oh, you mean... Uncle Yan?" Xiaoze said with a smile, "I ran into Uncle Yan today, so I invited him to visit our home. Mommy, hurry up and wash your hands to help us!"
Mu Yiliang felt herself blacking out!
Bumped into! Uncle Yan!
