C27 She Is a Woman?

Ou Jingheng had already put down the newspaper. He leaned against the kitchen door and looked at the back of the busy figure. She muttered something that he couldn't hear clearly.

Perhaps, he thought, this was home. Those who like it are busy, tiring and tiring to come home, the lights are on, the food is hot, the heart is warm.

Even if it was something he had spent money on