C1732 Wait for Me to Come Home

It turned out that even if Leng Shaoheng worked at home, he was still a precise working machine.

However, just as Leng Shaoheng finished his first sentence, Shen Qingqing, who had already left, returned. Picking up the invitation card on the table, Shen Qingqing walked over to Leng Shaoheng and kissed him on the forehead. Her eyes flashed with a strange light. "Be good and wait for me to go home