But she really didn't want to cook for Chu Yiqin either.
"Weren't you the one who insisted on going out with me?" It was his own decision to tag along!
"If you went out alone, do you think you'd still come back unscathed?" Chu Yiqin walked into the living room, placed his coat to the side, and rolled up his sleeves, casually looking at her. It seemed as if, unless Qin Mo went to the kitchen, he could sit on the sofa until the end of time.
Earlier, when he heard she went out drinking and dining with another man, he hadn't eaten dinner.
After being out and about for so long, of course, he was starving.
He wasn't a god—naturally, he'd get hungry too.
"Fine, I'll go!"