Frying pan?
There's really none!
Leng Zirui laughed out loud, "She can't cook, so she doesn't have a frying pan."
So, she can't cook either?
Seems like she's not much better than her.
Xu Xia thought to herself silently on the side.
Leng Zirui and Luo Jun chatted here and there, and soon, the car drove back to the farm.
Most of the bodyguards at the farm had already split into two groups. One group was at the hospital protecting Leng Zimo, and another group followed Luo Xiaoqian. There were only two or three subordinates left on the farm, as well as a nutritionist and a maid responsible for the stables and dogs.
Seeing Leng Zirui's car approaching, a bodyguard responsible for guarding the gate opened the gate early to let the few people pass.
The car stopped in the open space outside the gate. Xu Xia immediately pushed open the car door, carried the little one down, and led him into the living room, while Leng Zirui carried the large parcels to the door.
