"Yes, come and invite Huo to have a big meal."

Mu Chudi walked straight past, eyes gentle like water.

If you really fall in love with someone, you can see from your eyes.

As now, her eyes can't help sticking to Homer, and she can't help moving them away.

"That's all?"

Hawthorne frowned, always feeling that Mu Chudi seemed somewhat different.

Before, she hated coming to Hodgson most, let alone coming to him for dinner.

The assistant left the parking lot with only two of them.

Mu Chudi opened the door without permission and slipped in.'Yes, Huo hasn't eaten yet? It's two hours before your next trip, enough for dinner."...