Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Shang Jing should just be like those hipsters and just water the plants everyday.
Luckily, the plants in his house were still quite durable.
The searching and mopping carried on even after sunset.
They were still missing out on a crab.
He Jiang had even suspected Shang Jing of consuming the last crab and not telling him about it. He specially checked the trash can for any remnants of that.
Ever since he purchased the villa, he had always engaged external cleaners to clean it and had never done it himself.
Thanks to Shang Jing, he had discovered the water to disinfectant proportions for floor cleaners.
Meanwhile, Shang Jing had dozed off on the sofa after being tired out from crying. After covering him with a blanket, He Jiang tirelessly continued his search for the final crab.
Finally, one hour later, he found it beneath his red sports car. It was already breathing its last. He let out a huge sigh of relief.
He ordered take-out and went back to his room for a shower. By the time he had dried his hair and stepped out of his room, Shang Jing was already awake and the food was sitting happily on the table.
Out of the eight crabs, only six of them were still edible. With the four dishes and a soup ordered from a hotel, it could be considered a sumptuous meal.
Having labored non-stop for six hours today, He Jiang was already hungry beyond words. As they made their meals, the harmonious atmosphere had He Jiang lament… I should have gotten take-out this afternoon. We would have saved ourselves so much trouble and unhappiness.
He must not have thought things through to get Shang Jing, who had grown up in a US boarding school, to make Chinese dishes.
“Clear the take-out boxes. I’m going to take a nap.” He Jiang was already tired out from everything that happened today. But he quickly added, worried that something else might go wrong, “If you’re not willing to do so, just leave them there.”
In the afternoon, Shang Jing had prepared a meal for He Jiang on an empty stomach and the latter had even dissed his dishes. That really triggered him
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