There were too many guests at home, and only Zhang Shaoqing couldn’t find a place to sit. He went to the living room with a plate and a bowl, standing or sitting while eating and chatting.

The cake was handmade by Lili. This succubus had already mastered not only Chinese cuisine but also pastries and Western dishes. The cake not only tasted great but was beautifully decorated.

"Damn—" The daughter hugged her slightly bulging little belly with both hands, her eyes looking up with a pitiful expression. She gazed longingly at the cake on the table, not even drinking water. …