Yu Manxi's gaze landed on the dark red residence booklet, and her heart was full of mixed feelings. "Did you…"
"My mom gave it to me." Fu Sinian looked at the bowl of black chicken soup in front of her. "You haven't drunk the soup yet?"
"I wanted to wait for you to come back so we could eat together. I'll heat up the dishes." Yu Manxi got up and walked to the kitchen, her heart aching. Fu Sinian usually didn't talk much, but he could always do things that surprised her.
She had just entered the kitchen and had yet to turn on the stove when she felt someone approaching behind her and pulling into a warm embrace.
Fu Sinian had walked back and forth in a hurry. At this moment, his chest was heaving slightly, and he was even panting slightly.
"I'm not good at talking. If you're dissatisfied with me, you can tell me directly.
"Actually, I've never thought that far ahead about children. I don't really like children myself.
