Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Qin Anming looked like I swear, and Xiaoguo frowned like a caterpillar.

"Isn't that the fact that you were twisted not long after we left?"

"Also... um."

Qin Anming wanted to say no, but looking at Xiaoguo looking directly at him, he nodded honestly.

"It's all right, I just twisted a bit, it's not bad, the main reason for coming back is to look after the house, I'm worried that you've been away for so long, I just twisted my waist and let me go.

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