C137 Gifts(1)

After dinner, Lau Yiqin went to wash the dishes. She stood at the kitchen door and looked at Lau Yiqin washing the dishes. The corner of her mouth couldn't help but form a smile.

It was a kind of contented and quiet smile.

This kind of scene made Yang Chenxuan feel very familiar. In his previous life, it was like this: one was helping, one was cooking, one was washing the dishes