Zhong Lingling came out smiling, carrying a dish.
"Sweetheart, time to eat, President Si, time to eat!"
Hearing everyone call her sweetheart, she truly felt a sense of closeness.
Although the name given by her master sounded nice, over the years, Bingqing always called her coldly. Only those who called her sweetheart did so warmly and gently, which naturally made her prefer that feeling.
Xiang Anning and Si Wuxie entered the dining room.
Not only were there flowers everywhere in the living room, but the dining table, counters, and even the large vase in the corner of the dining room were filled with freshly picked flowers today.
"Mom, did you pick all these flowers by yourself?" Xiang Anning asked.
Zhong Lingling put down the dish and nodded with a cheerful smile.
"Yes, I picked them all myself. Look at my hands, they've been pricked by the flower thorns!"
Zhong Lingling showed her hands to everyone!
