"Wow, it's full."

Dong Xiaowan put down his bowl and had a satisfied smile on his face.

"When are you leaving?"

Song Yan asked coldly.

"Why am I leaving?" Dong Xiaowan's tactful way shows cunning in his eyes.

"This is my home."

"What about that?" Dong Xiaowan provoked.

"Well, if you don't go anymore, don't blame me me for using some methods!" The tone of Song Inkstone is a little cold.

"Cut, you can't beat me again." Dong Xiaowan looked scornful.

Suddenly, Song Yan stepped on the first two steps, stared at Dong Xiaowan, and measured Yin: "Don't forget, I'm still a psychotherapist, I can give you hypnosis."

Dong Xiaowan...