The Death of Xiao Ai Is a Conspiracy

Shi Hanmo took care of everything, and only when the sky turned dark did he finally return to the house.

Hearing the car whistle in the courtyard, Su Qinglian immediately went to welcome him.

"Is everything done?"

Su Qinglian asked in concern while nestling in Shi Hanmo's embrace.

"Mhmm, it's done. How can we go back tomorrow? Let's pack everything up."

Shi Hanmo lifted his hand and scratched the bridge of Su Qinglian's nose as he asked lovingly.

"I've already packed it up. I can't wait to go back. I'm so bored here."

While Su Qinglian was acting coquettishly, he pushed open the door.

The dining table was already filled with food. Seeing that Shi Hanmo had returned, Zhao Bobo immediately took down his apron and smiled, "President Shi, these are all things that you love to eat. Elder Sister Lian taught me how to make them.

"Yes."