C117 It's time to cook the cooked rice

I ignored Guoguo and looked towards my table, who had a wronged expression and lowered her head, not wanting to pay attention to me anymore.

I wanted to reach out and touch her, but the table wouldn't let me. She hit my hand so hard that I stopped touching it.

Xiao Han was indeed good at driving, and in less than an hour, he had returned to their place. I asked doubtfully, "Xiao Han