At that moment, in building No. 29, everyone was busy.
Because Tang Xiaowan wanted to watch TV while enjoying hotpot, Granny Yu put the brass double-flavor pot on the living room coffee table.
Actually, this move had an ulterior motive. It was just for TV watching, really?
Tang Xiaowan wasn't someone who loved watching TV; she would get sleepy as soon as she watched it. She simply wanted to get Cheng Shi and the others out of the kitchen and into the dining room to enjoy a comfortable meal.
"Tangtang?"
Three knocks and a question interrupted Granny Yu and Wang Meijuan's chitchat.
"Miss is upstairs," Cheng Shi replied.
Wang Meijuan glanced at the tray in Leng Lingxiao's hand and then yelled upstairs, "Miss, Mr. Leng is here."
Before the words had finished echoing, Leng Lingxiao had already seated himself on a single-seater sofa.
He was pretending to be calm, feigning aloofness.
