Zhou's question attracted his attention.

"right." Chu zhaoyue nodded with a smile. "It's hard to find such a beautiful woman that suits my heart and is considerate. Naturally, I want to hold him in my hand. I can't let him go."

Zhou Huotian looks at Chu zhaoyue, who is smiling, and then looks at Chu zhaoyue, who is blocked by her. He holds his eyes slightly and pays full attention to Chu zhaoyue. In addition to just getting rid of petrifaction, his face becomes soft from rigidity, and there is no other cook who expresses his feelings too much. Zhou Huotian turns half of the way without any hesitation and...