C63 Landscape

Peng Nanzi could read some of the same things the girl was looking at him with. Why did he feel like a dish? It was the kind that was waiting for someone else to pick it up.

"Let's go." As she spoke, she took Tang Xiruo's hand. At this moment, Tang Xiruo's passion for delicious food was washed away by her happiness.

How could the old man hold her hand so naturally? To Tang Xiruo