In a flash, Ran Xiangsi slipped outside the door, patted her chest, looked back at the direction of the living room, and made a salute.
"Thank you, God Xing, for letting me slip away at this moment."
...
Inside the living room, the mother and son...
Xing Chen sat down on one side of the sofa, lazily leaning against the soft cushion.
Xiahou Xiu Yun looked at him and shook her head, smiling, "I'm not going to eat you, why so protective?"
"Your sudden arrival itself is a shock." Xing Chen said bluntly.
Used to her son's sharp tongue, Xiahou Xiu Yun seemed already accustomed to it.
The servant brought in two cups of cappuccino.
Mother and son, each having a cup.
Xing Chen glanced at the steaming cappuccino on the table, slightly furrowing his brow, but quickly relaxed again.
At home, the servant always served him Espresso.
But since Ran Xiangsi moved in, she instructed the servant to prepare only cappuccino.
