"What smells so good?" Zhang Ya twitched her nose. The aroma of grilled steak wafted over, making her mouth water uncontrollably, even though she had eaten quite enough at dinner. Who, after all, was unleashing temptation late at night?
She carefully tiptoed to the kitchen, peeking inside. When she saw Huo Zhanting, wearing an apron and seriously frying steak, she doubted her own eyes for a moment.
Zhang Ya rubbed her eyes and confirmed again that this househusband-looking person was indeed the Icy Yama, ruthless in the business world.
At that moment, Huo Zhanting was so focused on the steak that he didn't notice Zhang Ya as she quietly came and left.
"So President Huo is in the kitchen grilling steak for you, Lanlan. You're really lucky! But it's understandable; after all, Director Huo wore you out so much you didn't even have dinner. Aunt Li almost went upstairs to call you guys in the afternoon, but thankfully An Xuan and I stopped her."
