Cheng Xinghe walked through the door, and the servant saw him, exclaiming with delight, "Young Master."
In this house, only Cheng Xinghe could handle Mrs. Cheng best.
"Naughty, you've come," Mrs. Cheng looked at Cheng Xinghe, her eyes filled with smiles.
Cheng Xinghe sat down, "Why aren't you eating again?"
"I really don't have an appetite," Mrs. Cheng said to Cheng Xinghe, "It's good that you're here. In this house, only you're willing to accompany Grandma for a meal."
Cheng Xinghe couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't that others didn't want to accompany her, but every time Tricky came over, he wouldn't receive a good face from her. Over time, he just didn't want to come anymore.
Cheng Xinghe said, "Eat more!"
He picked up the chopsticks and served Mrs. Cheng some dishes, "You always need to take care of your health, so you don't worry everyone."
"Naughty," Mrs. Cheng said while eating, "Have you settled the divorce with Su Wan?"
