Jiang Chuyun finally burst into delighted laughter, swiftly stood up, and hugged Gong Zhensen's arm, "Husband, as long as you say that, I'm happy to put in any amount of effort."
Gong Zhensen sighed deeply, "From now on, I won't leave the Gong Family again. With me here in the future, you won't have to worry all by yourself."
"Mmm, that's great!"
Seeing that Gong Zhensen's words had finally softened a lot, Jiang Chuyun was especially in high spirits.
She was busy serving dishes and pouring wine…
Sitting in the corner of the dining table, Gong Beiming's handsome face appeared somewhat gloomy.
During the dinner, he did not touch his chopsticks even once, just kept drinking.
Without Chi Xiaoyu at home, this house had lost its source of joy and had become cold and cheerless.
"Son, you have also worked hard recently. Come, have some more!"
Jiang Chuyun, noticing that Gong Beiming's complexion was off, came over with a smile and concern.