"Guess what, guess what," Huo Jingting finally spoke, reaching out to wrap her shoulders, "maybe it was delivered to the wrong place."
Gu Nanqiao narrowed her eyes slightly, "But the delivery slip has your name on it."
"Who knows," he tossed the room card aside, "anyway, it's none of my business."
After he finished speaking, to divert her attention, he immediately added, "Alright, let's not talk about this, get up quickly, didn't we say we're taking Chengcheng to the amusement park today?"
With his reminder, Gu Nanqiao finally remembered.
With something important at hand, she naturally stopped dwelling on a mysterious room card.
After all, she still trusts him.
...
After breakfast, the two of them took Chengcheng to the amusement park for the day.
On the way back in the evening, the little one clamored for dumplings. Huo Jingting stopped by the supermarket, on their way past, to buy some ingredients.
