Chapter 92: Don't Want to be a Nanny, Want to be a Wife?

She wasn't bringing food to Baby Shen for the money, but not taking money that's offered is simply foolish; ten thousand a day, even if it was just to offset the debt, made life feel more promising.

"Did he finish all the dinner from last night?" Tang Nuanning took the initiative to ask.

"Mhm, he finished it all. He really liked the stir-fried three fresh ingredients on the plate."

"Stir-fried three fresh ingredients, huh? Alright, then I'll make another portion for him at lunch."

Under the influence of "Banknote Capacity," Tang Nuanning became gentler.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and she couldn't help but sniff, her little nose turning red from the cold.

Bo Yanchen stared at her for a few seconds, then frowned, "Come back with me."

He turned and started walking towards the building entrance. Tang Nuanning quickly said,

"I'd rather not go in, to save Baby Shen the trouble of getting upset if he wakes up and sees me."

"He won't wake up until 6:30."