Seeing his reaction, Song Lingling was puzzled, "Isn't he your stepfather?"
"My stepfather?" Yijun chuckled, walked over, and flicked Song Lingling gently on the forehead, "You've got quite the imagination."
However, to outsiders, Gerry was indeed viewed as his stepfather. Yijun smirked, "The one who delivered the clothes isn't my stepfather, he's my dad's driver."
"Oh..." Song Lingling exclaimed, "Your dad even hired a driver, so you're a rich young master? Are you working part-time just to experience life?"
"Eating is also an experience of life," Yijun sat down on the sofa and opened the late-night snack, which was a serving of fried pigeon.
There were four neatly arranged ones, plump, with skin fried a perfect golden brown, immediately whetting the appetite.
While folding her dress, Song Lingling swallowed her saliva. It smelled so good!
