C587 Doggy Let Me Cook for You

When he returned home, Yan Xin's face was already fine.

Actually, Hao Jian didn't dare to injure him, he did have this kind of common sense.

Sitting in Lang Shaochen's car, Yan Xin was not in the mood to look at the scenery. He was thinking about whether his progress in this life was too fast or not. It had only been a day, and it was already 80%.

Judging from Lang Shaochen's expression