'Amazing.' Jiang Ning thought to himself.
However, no matter how good the disguise, under his mana, it is bound to fall apart.
He pondered for a moment and asked: "Do you have a hen? I need a hen."
Shen Qing'e: "What weight do you want?"
Jiang Ning: "My girlfriend is in postpartum confinement, what weight hen do you think is best for making soup?"
Seeing the text in the dialog box, Shen Qing'e suddenly found the ceiling's incandescent lamp exceptionally dazzling, and she felt the world spinning.
After gathering her thoughts for a while, Shen Qing'e hurriedly typed to inquire: "Your girlfriend in postpartum confinement? How old is your girlfriend? Is she a student?"
"When is the baby born?"
"Speak up! Don't lie to me!"
Jiang Ning could feel her extraordinary urgency just by the words. He leisurely typed: "Boss, you're crossing the line."
After sending the message, Jiang Ning casually shut off the screen, and began to enjoy Chuchu's attentive service.
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