Seeing that Jing Muchen had finished the bowl of pork rib soup without leaving a single drop, Li Menting looked at the time and tugged at Jing Shaofan." Chen, if you're late, it's getting late. Your father and I will go back first.""
Su Ruowan nodded and got up to send the two old men to the door of the villa. She watched them slowly leave before turning back.
In the living room, Jing Muchen was sitting on the sofa, reading a financial magazine. His expression was relaxed and gentle, and he looked harmless.
Su Ruowan walked over and said," Hubby, I'm a little tired. I'll go upstairs first.""
Jing Muchen nodded at her. He caught a glimpse of Jing Yanxi's sneaky gaze from the corner of his eye. He slammed the magazine on the table and put on the airs of a strict father." What are you looking at?" Hurry up and revise your homework. Aren't you going to take the final exam tomorrow?"