Zhang Meiqin looked at An En with a grave expression.
Her gaze made An En shudder.
What's wrong?
Zhang Meiqin felt that she could only share good times with An En, not the bad.
Now they were very wealthy, didn't have to worry about making a living, and had servants for everything at home, so An En could show he cared a lot for her and was good to her, but once they were out of money and he had to cook and do laundry for her?
He'd probably turn around and leave.
"You know? Dang Yang is making breakfast and dinner for your sister every day now," Zhang Meiqin said.
An En raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Really?"
Zhang Meiqin nodded: "Yeah, that's what he said."
An En: "..."
Since when did Dang Yang become so impressive?
When did he learn to cook?
"You've never cooked for me. Not even a bowl of noodles," Zhang Meiqin said somewhat wistfully.
An En trembled... He understood Zhang Meiqin's meaning, and in his mind, cursed Dang Yang fervently.
Is Dang Yang out of his mind?
