Xu Qi 'an's eyes were blank. He didn't know why she was angry.
Immediately after, he seemed to have thought of something. While casually speaking, he secretly observed.
"I was exhausted last night, so I came over to take a bath. State preceptor, have you had your lunch?" Xu Qi 'an said with a smile.
Upon hearing the word "overwork," Luo Yuheng's fair face flushed red. He glared at him and said, "
"I was just looking for you to have a meal."
The two of them returned immediately and came to the bedroom that was as warm as spring. The maidservant with green round appetites carried a long table, which was filled with porridge, meat buns, pastries, deep-fried dough sticks, pickles, and other breakfast.
Luo Yuheng didn't eat anything else. He held a bowl of plain porridge in his hand and held a porcelain spoon with his orchid-like fingers, taking small sips.
