C356 Your Pheromone 38

Lin Jinan had been very busy these few days. Vitor followed him like a small tail, but Zhao Keyang called him everyday and sent him messages.

At the dining table, Lin Jinan was preparing a bowl of chicken soup. Lin Jian stared at him without blinking. He opened his mouth a few times, but didn't say anything.

"Dad, the food is getting cold." Lin Jinan looked at his bowl