On New Year's Day, after having breakfast at Wen Ran's home, Bai Xiaoxiao returned home.
It wasn't until the evening of the third day of the New Year that she found time to meet Luo Haofeng.
"Tomorrow, Brother Wen and Mo Xiuchen are inviting my dad for dinner. Are you going too?"
The two hadn't seen each other for two days, and when they met, they first engaged in a passionate kiss, then sat on the sofa to talk earnestly.
Luo Haofeng smiled with his lips, wrapped Bai Xiaoxiao's shoulder with his long arm, holding her tightly in his embrace, with the subtle fragrance of her body lingering around his nose, feeling exceptionally good.
Even his voice was clear and cheerful, "Xiaoxiao, you're really smart. Originally, I wanted to invite your father myself, but I was afraid he wouldn't agree, so I had to ask Mo Xiuchen and Ah Jin to do it."
