<h4>Chapter 847: Chapter 847: A Warm Dinner (Part 1)</h4><h4></h4>


    "Xiaobao, hasn’t Aunt Wang been over these days? Why is the house such a mess?"


    Xiaobao had already taken off his little backpack and ran to the living room to y with his models. Hearing his mom’s question, he replied in a childish voice, "No, Dad said Aunt Wang went back to her hometown and will be back in a few days."


    So that’s how it is!


    Upon hearing this, Ye Ning frowned a little, rolled up her sleeves, and headed to the storage room to get a mop and towel.


    Ou Mucen is actually quite a neat freak. Normally, he wouldn’t allow the ce he lives in to get messy like this. The only possible reason is that with the child staying here and Aunt Wang gone, he, as a big guy, just couldn’t handle it, leading to this situation.


    See, this man is just stubborn. Since Aunt Wang isn’t around, why not find someone else to cover for her instead of letting it get like this?


    Ye Ning couldn’t stand seeing her son staying in such a ce, so before making dinner, she picked up a rag and a mop and started cleaning the house. Keep reading on


    Seeing this, little Xiaobao stood up with his small body: "Mom, I want to help you!"


    "No, no, you go y!"


    "I’m a man, of course, I have to help Mom."


    He came over with his little arms and legs, grabbed the towel his mom had put on the table, and started helping out. Thus, after being lifeless for so many days, thisrge apartment finally began toe to life again.


    The big and small figures busy in the room formed a particrly warm scene, making anyone watching feel very warm and fulfilled.


    "Mucen, what are you doing? You’re already here, why are you still staring at your phone? Come over and join the game."


    In the luxurious private room on the third floor of the Royal Family, not open to the public, several men were sitting at a card table ying a popr card game, all in high spirits.


    However, as they yed, Ji Chengzhi, sitting near the door, noticed that the man across from him seemed distracted. ying his cards all wrong was one thing, but staring at his phone and grinning foolishly was another!


    What’s he doing?


    Ji Chengzhi tapped the table to express his discontent.


    Hearing the noise, the man finally stopped staring at his phone and looked at the table: "Who yed what?"


    Ji Chengzhi angrily responded, "You did, you just yed a pair of flowers to them, what else do you want to y now?"


    "What do you need?"


    "..."


    Next door, Xia Zhichu shouted, "I need a five!"


    Zhan Bo also chimed in defiantly, "I need a red flower!"


    Ji Chengzhi: "..."


    "Pa pa," those two cards were already thrown onto the table by this jerk!!


    "Ou Mucen, you!!!!"


    "Damn! Mr. Ou, no wonder you’re the famous boss of A City. No more words, I love you!"


    "Count me in!"


    What do you call fake friends?


    Fake friends are those who, no matter if you’re rich or poor, can suck your blood like vampires, eating your flesh and drinking your blood without a hint of shame.


    Ji Chengzhi was fuming, watching tens of thousands of dors being easily taken away by these two jerks. He abruptly stood up: "I’m done, this nutcase isn’t in the mood for cards today."


    The man, who was back to holding his phone, gave him a cool nce: "It’s the holiday season, consider it as a new year’s bonus for not gaming with you guys those days."