Wasn't he supposed to go back to the city to rest today? Why did he come all this way here?
Xia Siyu had just pondered for a second before she immediately became deflated the next.
Forget thinking, thinking takes energy too, and right now she was so hungry her stomach was stuck to her spine—let alone thinking, even her brain would rather shut down to conserve energy.
However, when she came out of the elevator to go back to her room, she didn't even see the person before she smelled the fragrance wafting through the corridor from afar.
It was barbecue! And it was the scent of cumin lamb!
Xia Siyu's footsteps became joyful in a second, until she saw the person holding the takeout box—it was Song Fengzhi.
Of course, next to Song Fengzhi was that Bo Yan.
But Xia Siyu's gaze stayed fixated on the takeout box, completely ignoring Bo Yan, and not caring why he appeared here at this moment when he clearly should have gone home.
