Chapter 82: 76. Can it be called a date?

What was called breakfast ended up being closer to lunchtime when finished.

In matters of housework, Mr. Lu always tossed his hands up as the hands-off manager.

After he had eaten his fill, he lounged on the sofa in the living room with one leg propped over the other, absorbed in his mobile phone.

Leaving the task of cleanup to the study sister.

He watched as Mou Keyan, wearing his shirt with sleeves rolled up and hair tied back in a ponytail, tidied up like a gentle and virtuous older sister, earnestly picking up trash, sweeping, and mopping...

She even made the messy master bedroom, with its crumpled battleground, spotlessly clean.

However, her movements were full of clumsiness, clearly revealing a little girl not particularly skilled at household chores.

This wasn't good.

She should practice more.