C137 Not His Wife?

Lu Jingshen went downstairs to buy the Red Bean Yi Rice porridge that Qiao Luo liked. When he brought it over, it was still steaming hot. Just smelling it made him feel sure that it was delicious.

But the current Qiao Luo did not have the slightest hint of his usual joy. His expression was stiff, and his brows were tightly knitted together