An Taotao put the phone in her pocket and frowned. "He's busy with work sometimes, that's why he lives at the company. Occasionally, when he wants to eat at home, he lets me do it."

Zhou Mi holds his chin, and when he wants to eat at home, he can have his housewife send it. Why would he let his little wife go?

Maybe this is Mr. King's little interest between husband and wife.

As if she discovered some secret, Zhou Mi, chuckled especially ambiguously.

An Taotao looked at the clock and found that it was already more than four o'clock. She thought that King had asked her to send...