When he reached the door, the image of her holding onto her bowl and eating her noodles with satisfaction flashed through his mind. He stopped in his tracks.
He turned toward the dazed person behind him and parted his lips to speak.
"Prepare a bowl of noodles now and send it to my room."
When he was done speaking, his tall figure briskly disappeared through the door.
A zoned-out Nian Xiaomu was left behind.
She was a nurse, not a chef or a nanny. Why did she have to cook noodles for him?
Furthermore, it was already the middle of the night. She had already clocked out!
Nian Xiaomu cursed under her breath at the injustice she was facing, but when she recalled how she had splashed the yogurt onto him, she hung her head low and dragged her feet into the kitchen to make the noodles.
When she arrived upstairs with the bowl of noodles, the room door was not shut.
