"Do you have any questions?" Guo Yi frowned.
"No, no!" Ding Xiaoyu's eyes carried a hint of loss.
Knock, knock, knock...
Another round of knocking sounded.
Guo Yi opened the door, and there stood Yang Rong'er, holding a thermal container. Her face was flushed, looking like an apple ripe to bursting. She was slightly anxious, and when she saw Guo Yi, she nervously said, "Mr. Guo...Mr. Guo!"
"Why have you come?" Guo Yi asked.
"I've come to deliver breakfast to Mr. Guo!" Yang Rong'er lowered her head, lifting the thermal container above her head, and said, "I made this breakfast myself. Please do me the honor of partaking in it. Do not let my goodwill be in vain!"
Guo Yi, perplexed, said, "Come in!"
Yang Rong'er, her face beaming with joy, quickly walked in, cradling the thermal container.
"Rong'er!"
"Xiaoyu?"
