"Have you read the newspaper?"
With a plate of food, Xia Shiyu, who had already changed into her professional attire, smiled at Jiang Chen, sat down beside him, and placed several newspapers on the table.
When Jiang Chen glanced at the cover of the newspapers, he laughed. It was a face he is too familiar with.
After all, he saw it every day in the mirror.
"I made headlines again?"
Jiang Chen put down the fork and lazily reached to grab a newspaper.
His eyes swept the title. It seemed to catch him by surprise as he almost spat out the oatmeal in his mouth.
Just then, softness engulfed the back of his head and the luscious hair that smelled great swept across the tip of his nose.
Natasha hugged Jiang Chen's neck from the back and moved her face closer to the newspaper. Then she read out the content in the newspaper with great interest.
