Ji Wanzhou found that Lucy didn't have any hostility towards love songs after their conversation. He didn't even put Qingge into her plan. Only then did he just barely relax.
By the time he got home, it was already late at night.
When he walked in, he saw a Moose Cake on the tea table. Meng Qingge was already sleeping soundly on the sofa with her pillow in her arms.
Ji Wanzhou walked forward cautiously. Without caring about what Old Hei wanted to say, he stretched out his hand and picked him up from the sofa.
"What did you do today?" Meng Qingge felt the commotion and opened her eyes to question Ji Wanzhou. The perfume on Ji Wanzhou's body was actually so strong, he was trying to cover it up.
"For the rest of your life, of course." Ji Wanzhou carried the others back to his room and wasn't even a bit out of breath.
What Ji Wanzhou said was the truth. He was doing it for Meng Qingge's safety.