Listening to her slightly spirited words, a hint of light appeared in his originally dark and unclear eyes.
She had just put her bag down when the black slim phone on the coffee table rang with a pleasant tone. Jiang Baizhou glanced indifferently, picked up the phone, and stood up: "I'm going to get the takeaway."
"Okay." Cen Jin nodded, took her phone out of the bag again and plugged in the charger, then leaned over to pick up the remote and switched the channel from finance.
She had endured it for a long time.
From noon until now, as long as he was at home, the TV was either on the news or the finance channel.
About two minutes later, Jiang Baizhou came in carrying two takeaways, placed them on the coffee table, and returned to his original seat: "Let's eat!"
