A trace of confusion flashed across Tyr's calm face. "Can't I?"
Rong Yan quickly shook her head. no, if it's not Yingluo, of course you can. But lunch is already ready. Can we have a hot pot dinner? "
Tyr's eyes narrowed into a smile, but the corner of his mouth did not move. However, when you looked at him, it was as if you were looking at a sunflowers that were swaying in the wind. It was very beautiful.
"Sure, sorry for the trouble," he said.
rong yan swallowed her saliva. "if i didn't find it troublesome, how could it be troublesome?!"
Rong Yan even wanted to pinch herself.
Initially, he wanted Tyr to send him off after lunch, but now, for some inexplicable reason, he had decided to stay for dinner. Furthermore, since he had already said it out loud, it was impossible for him to go back on his words.
Rong Yan gritted her teeth. Damn it, this whipping boy!
