"Home is still more comfortable..."
Back in the courtyard, Mo Shang took a deep breath of fresh air, then pounced straight onto the reclining chair and sprawled out on it.
Seeing this, Jiang Shuyu merely smiled before saying, "Brother Mo Shang, I'll go make you something to eat..."
"Shuyu, you can cook?" Mo Shang asked curiously.
They had been together for so long, yet he had never seen her set foot in the kitchen. He could not understand why she suddenly wanted to cook.
"I know a little..." Jiang Shuyu said again.
"Alright, I'm looking forward to your cooking." Since Jiang Shuyu said so, Mo Shang naturally would not refuse. He nodded.
As everyone knew, "know a little" stood above perfection itself. Jiang Shuyu was very likely a master of the culinary path...
Yet for some reason, Mo Shang always had an ominous feeling in his heart.
"Forget it, whatever..."
Watching Jiang Shuyu enter the kitchen, Mo Shang stopped dwelling on that bad premonition. Closing his eyes, he prepared to take an afternoon nap.
Anyway, he had Death Immunity. He could not die at all...
However, before he could even warm up the chair, a knock sounded at the door.
"Who is it? Seriously, someone comes knocking the moment I lie down..."
Mo Shang rose from the reclining chair speechlessly and walked over with some impatience, opening the courtyard gate.
Outside stood a middle-aged couple. The man had sword-like brows and starry eyes, while the woman possessed a beauty that could topple cities. They wore splendid clothes and radiated an air of wealth and nobility; clearly, they were no ordinary people.
As Mo Shang sized them up, they were also looking at him, their eyes filled with joy, excitement, and guilt...
"Shang'er, is it really you?"
Tears welled in the