The next morning, Xia Ning got up to open the door with two dark circles around her eyes.
"Asteria, did you rob a bank last night? You look like a panda," Zheng Ziming looked at Xia Ning and teased.
Xia Ning yawned and closed the door. Seeing the bag Zheng Ziming put on the table, she asked, "Aren't you going to work today? Why are you bringing me food so early in the morning?"
"If I don't bring you breakfast, what are you gonna eat? Very likely you will just sleep into the afternoon." Zheng Ziming looked at Xia Ning with blame. "Your stomach is already not so good and you don't like to eat."
Xia Ning sat at the table and pressed her lips together. "Don't treat me like a kid." Her hands were already unwrapping the bread.
"I'm just afraid that you are not even as good as your son!" Zheng Ziming blurted. But the second he said it, he regretted. He was really not picking the right topic.
