"Little liar!"
Suddenly, Jing Muchen's hoarse and deep voice rang out.
Su Ruowan was startled and was about to speak when Jing Muchen had already put her hands down and returned to the driver's seat. His slender and beautiful right hand pulled the gear and started the car slowly.
Little liar?
Su Ruowan blinked. There was still his domineering scent on her lips, but her mind started to go blank.
.
When they reached the Jing residence, Jing Muchen unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.
After Su Ruowan got out of the car, he reached out and held her hand in his. They walked into the main house together.
The smile in Old Master Jing's eyes deepened when he saw his grandson and granddaughter-in-law sticking together like glue.
"Mommy! Daddy!" "Wanwan!"
Jiujiu and Jing Yanxi also shouted.