Once the loudest and most talkative person left, Dihor Garden became much quieter.
"Wait here for a moment."
Rong Yan dashed into the kitchen and didn't come back until half an hour later, carrying a bowl of steaming soup.
Seeing the extra bowl of soup in her hands, Little Baby jumped off the sofa, his little short legs moving swiftly. "Mom, let me help."
Rong Yan sidestepped him, keeping him at a distance. "It's too hot. Be careful, baby, and stay away from mommy. I'm afraid it might spill and burn you."
Just as she finished speaking, a freshly bathed man with dripping wet, lusciously black hair, and a sexy presence took the bowl from her hands. "I'll do it."
His tall stature and long legs meant Rong Yan couldn't compete if she tried. She watched helplessly as he placed the soup on the neatly arranged dining table.
