The night curtain falls.
The lighting in Wan Zhenhong's dining room is soft.
"Honey, I still have some things to deal with, could you handle the dishes..."
Wan Zhenhong quickly finished the last bite of his meal, put down the utensils, and turned to Liu Jinyan with an apologetic smile.
Liu Jinyan instinctively thought he had some urgent work to do again, so she gently nodded, and said considerately, "Hubby, you go ahead and do your thing, I'll take care of these little chores..."
"You really work hard, honey."
Wan Zhenhong gently patted Liu Jinyan's arm, then slowly stood up and walked towards the coffee table in the living room.
He bent down to move the items on the coffee table one by one, carefully placing them in appropriate spots on the TV cabinet.
"Daddy, stop walking around, you're blocking my TV!"
