What world-ending apocalypse to fear? I myself am the ark of Noah!
"Xiao Yu, you've granted me immeasurable kindness that I cannot repay. How about I give you a gift in return, would that be okay?"
"What gift?"
"A new world, without the smoke of guns and of pristine, blue clarity."
"???"
...
1103.
As soon as they entered, Meng Lang and Xiao Yu smelled the delicious aroma of food.
"Eh? Sister's back!" Xiao Yu's eyes lit up.
After all, Yan Weiwei and the kitchen were incompatible.
Sure enough, there was Haitang, wearing an apron, carrying a clay pot out of the kitchen.
Her hair was simply tied up, still in her work clothes, seemingly having just returned home.
"You're back?"
When she looked at Meng Lang, Haitang's gaze was slightly unnatural.
"Go wash your hands and let's eat," Haitang said as she started setting the table.
"Hehe, Lawyer Lin is quite early today," Meng Lang made small talk.
"Uh-huh!"
"Been busy with work recently?"
"It's okay."