"What did I hear? Didn't you just say thank you? Ye Cheng didn't know what the woman was doing. She took off her apron and put it aside.

"Yes, I said thank you." Qiao Rubing held out his hand, and his snow-white and delicate jaw raised in the direction of the pot of millet porridge, signaling Yecheng to serve her.

It is no accident that Qiao Rubing was able to sit on the top of the group president, but his ability to respond to the situation is not generally strong.

"I have hands and feet, I am full of them!" Ye Cheng has no good breath,

Grandma's, Lao Tzu busy...