"Don't go too far. I'm… preferably closer to here."
"Alright, get ready now."
A minute later, he hung up and tossed his cell phone aside. He turned around and pulled Qiao Mianmian into his arms.
"Baby, it's done. Shall we pack up and head over now?"
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
"What did you get someone to do?"
"Looking for a house, buying ingredients, these are all small problems. It's already done."
"…"
"You really got someone to look for a house?"
"Otherwise?" The man raised an eyebrow and kissed her on the lips. "Didn't you say that there's no place to cook and no ingredients? If you want me to cook for you, you have to prepare the basic facilities, right?"
Qiao Mianmian didn't expect him to be so efficient.
It was just a phone call, and he'd already found the house.
This… was too easy.
As expected, the world of the rich and ordinary people were two completely different worlds.
