While Wan Chu'er was still silently choking over the desk, Jiang Kechu had finished washing the dishes and came out.
"I'm leaving now, I'll come over to make lunch tomorrow."
Wan Chu'er instantly lifted her head, straightened up, and accused, "Uncle Jiang, is it really okay for you to barge in so unabashedly?"
Jiang Kechu couldn't help but laugh, "The phrase 'barge in' isn't used like that."
"You!" Wan Chu'er glared at him, "Focus on the main issue!"
Jiang Kechu found Wan Chu'er incredibly cute at this moment, couldn't resist patting her on the head, then left without looking back.
"I'm off, get some rest early."
Wan Chu'er clenched her fist and knocked 'thunk thunk thunk' on the desk a few times to protest.
If Jiang Kechu said he would come, even if she didn't open the door for him, he could still get in, his lock-picking skills were far superior to hers.
Was she going to be forced to not return home?
