Mad Qiao: Very Controlled, Didn't Take His Dog Life

In the winter of Yuncheng, the chilly wind was heavy, and the lights were bright as day.

Song Fengwan sat in the car as it sped along. The various neon lights made her side profile flash between bright and dark. Her heart felt a little bitter, but she also felt relieved, as if there was a weight off her mind.

When the car reached the city center, there was some traffic congestion. Her phone vibrated. "Hey, Mom."

"Do you still want to eat barbecue?" Qiao Aiyun thought that she would definitely not be in the mood to eat after completely falling out with Song Jingren. But she didn't expect that after tearing off his fake mask in front of everyone, she would feel so relaxed like never before.

"Does Uncle Yan eat it?"

"It doesn't matter to him." Qiao Aiyun had asked him, but he still kept a straight face and didn't speak for a long time. "Ask Fu Chen?"

Song Fengwan tilted her head and looked at Fu Chen. "Third Master, do you eat barbecue?"