Familiar

"Are you here to help with the cooking?"

Leng Huaijin didn't say anything more about the phone. He just asked coldly.

Shen Weiyang could clearly feel that his mood had changed.

When she first arrived in the morning, Leng Huaijin did not have much expression on his face, but he seemed to be in a good mood.

Unlike now, the aura on his body suddenly became cold, carrying a coldness that no one could approach.

A man with a gloomy expression.

Shen Weiyang complained in her heart, then followed him into the kitchen.

But after entering the kitchen, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Although the kitchen was quite big, there was only her and this man inside. That kind of oppressive feeling that made people unable to breathe followed her like shadows and forced Shen Weiyang to almost suffocate.