“Yeah, I want to go check out the shop.” Cheng Huan grabbed her purse and asked the man, “What time will you be leaving?”

“Probably around 3-ish. Why?”

“Can you watch over XingXing for me then? It’s so cold outside that I don’t want to bring him with.”

Jiang MingYuan has always been very patient when it came to the child. He placed his large hand over XingXing’s head, rubbed it, and said, “Daddy’s and XingXing’s slippers are the same and they are both comfortable.”

The place that Cheng Huan rented wasn’t very big and the couch wasn’t very long, probably not even 2 meters in length. Subtracting the arm rests on both sides, the actual area where one could sit on was probably around 1.6 meters or so.

There wasn’t a big selection of sandals in the winter time. There were two different pairs to choose from. Cheng Huan picked the less ugly pair of the two, went home with it, opened up her shoe cabinet, and put it inside.