"Maybe this rich guy is trying to win someone's heart?" Xiaoze said, pretending to ponder.
Mu Yiliang yanked the internet cable out with a snap.
"I think you should eat! If you keep playing, I'll cut off the internet at home and see what you do then!"
Xiaoze didn't take it seriously at all, "…Then I'll just steal the WiFi from next door, is something like that supposed to trouble me?"
Mu Yiliang gave a sinister smile.
Feeling a chill down his spine, he hurriedly put the computer aside and obediently took the breakfast to eat.
"By the way, what are you having for lunch and dinner?" Mu Yiliang just remembered this crucial question.
"It's fine, isn't Doctor Zheng living next door? He's also quite a good cook! He'll come over to make lunch for me." Xiaoze waved his hand dismissively.
Thoughtful indeed.
Mu Yiliang became more certain that this kid must be Yan Sijue's biological son; otherwise, how could he accept Yan Sijue's kindness without any qualms?
