Zongxia frowned slightly, rubbed his hair, turned on the light, and went out.

as soon as he left the room, he saw Lin Zixiao wearing his apron. He was upset and frowned and stood still.

Lin Zixiao made a braised fish and bent over to put the dishes on the table. She felt a person standing at the corner of the corridor. She gave a little meal and looked up and saw Zong Xia in her home clothes.

Zong Xia didn't like the feeling. It seemed that his rights were suddenly taken away by others. The apron was hers, and the person standing in the kitchen cooking for Shen yuecang...