Outside the window, it seemed as if a light drizzle was falling.
It didn't take long for a thin layer of rain mist to rise, blurring Lin Chuan's vision.
Lin Chuan took a deep breath.
He knew that Old Zhang would only send him this message if he had encountered a major problem, and moreover, the issue was related to the Little Landlady.
After a moment of thought, he replied, "Old Zhang, I'll come over in a little while."
"Good."
Old Zhang responded.
Taking advantage of the Little Landlady not having gotten up yet, Lin Chuan entered the kitchen, a rare occurrence, and cooked some millet porridge.
It wasn't long before the Little Landlady woke up.
She came up behind Lin Chuan and gently wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her entire body against Lin Chuan's back, "Chairman, I could have cooked."
"You've also been staying up late recently, you should rest a bit more," Lin Chuan said, smiling.
"Chairman is the best," Zhang Xinxin's grip around Lin Chuan tightened.