Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

At this moment, an unpleasant ridicule rang in her ears at close range.

Xiaoguo was startled, looked back at Jiang Danhe, and asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

"Isn't this worried that Mrs. is cold, so the warmth is coming?" Jiang Danhe gestured to the shawl in his hand, put it on her, and said with a smile, "Now you can get a good night's sleep."

"Well...it will be fine after tomorrow."

Xiaoguo left an inexplicable sentence

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