Jiang Jingming smiled with an unclear meaning.
Sang Yu didn't understand, suddenly feeling a rush of heat.
"Let's start now. Anyway, you haven't cooked yet, so let's begin tonight."
Jiang Jingming restrained Sang Yu's restless body, "Don't rush. It's inconvenient for you now. You can learn later when it's convenient."
Realizing she was still on her period, Sang Yu instantly wilted.
Jiang Jingming smiled indulgently, "It's okay, just a few more days."
There's no other way for now.
Jiang Jingming comforted Sang Yu and continued to the kitchen to cook.
Sang Yu continued watching the Peking opera on TV, feeling bored.
Feeling a bit bored, she picked up her drawing paper and started sketching.
Today, Wei Jin's feedback made her very happy.
She decided to take this opportunity to design a few more pieces, in hopes of creating a substantial income again.
Soon she could buy a house.
Then she could just sit back and collect rent.
"Ring, ring." The phone in the living room rang.
