Luo Huan drove the car slowly into the traffic, wondering if she would be lucky enough to get home at 9 o'clock today. Her thoughts were interrupted by Qing Chi's urgent call, "Luo... Uh... Wife, are you stuck in traffic? When will you get home? I made your favorite pineapple oil." Luo Huan chuckled, "Qing Chi, it's been seven years. You don't have to be so careful to please me." Luo Huan threw his phone on the passenger seat, and Luo Huan's heart ached severely. If it weren't for this man, her hand might still be held tightly by Yu Chen.