"…"
An'an couldn't even retaliate his words.
Lu Yan sat on the chair and began to have his breakfast.
Breakfast had been sent over a long time ago, the menu was plain porridge and two steamed buns. It was already cold but Lu Yan didn't seem to care, he picked up one of the steamed buns and started eating it.
An'an watched as he ate the steamed bun. Inside, she felt her heart wrenching, it hurt to even breathe.
He was wealthy enough to afford delicacies everyday, why was he here in Miaojiang eating steamed buns?
What made things worse was that they was already hard and cold.
An'an walked over. "Lu Yan…"
"An'an, stop fooling around, I'm hungry," Lu Yan suddenly said.
He hadn't had anything to eat for an entire day yesterday and he wasn't sure when his drug addiction was going to act up. If he didn't eat, he was afraid he wouldn't have enough energy to stay alive, not to say, survive going cold turkey.
