Ling Xize snatched her arm and raised an eyebrow, "What's the rush? Let's go over after the meal is ready."
After a pause, Chu Liangxia guessed what he was thinking and said bluntly, "Ziheng is cooking."
"Can anything he makes be edible?" Ling Xize frowned disdainfully.
"It's still better than your cooking skills anyway."
Narrowing her eyes, Chu Liangxia chose to side with Feng Ziheng.
She was just telling the truth after all.
But in Ling Xize's eyes, this was typical babying.
Grinding his teeth, Ling Xize squeezed out a smile, "With your trouble-making nature, can you guarantee you won't go and help out?"
"Depends on the situation."
Feeling guilty, Chu Liangxia touched her nose.