Pei Yunge who was scooping the porridge paused. She did not quite understand Aunt Miao's anxiety.
"Maybe he went out to relax."
With that said, before Aunt Miao could continue persuading her, Pei Yunge pulled her to a seat. "Aunt Miao, have a taste too. It tastes pretty good."
Aunt Miao was speechless.
…
After breakfast.
Pei Yunge glanced at the identity card Zhong Shenglin had sent over and casually stuffed it into her pocket before taking the documents and getting ready to leave.
A.M. Institute of Computational Technology.
"Rascal, quickly wipe the glass. Why is it so dirty? It'll affect the aesthetic, do you know that?!"
Suddenly, Zhong Shenglin slammed his fist on the young man's table, giving him a fright.
"…"
What was wrong with this old man??
