"Thank you," Shen Chi said indifferently.
As usual, he didn't look up, still fixed on the newspaper in his hands, showing no intention to converse with Xu Chaomu.
Xu Chaomu took the warm milk that Butler Ling handed to her, feeling its warmth and the fragrance of milk steaming from it.
"Fourth young master, fourth young madam, please enjoy," Butler Ling bowed and then went downstairs.
Xu Chaomu took a sip of milk, her body feeling much warmer. She was truly hungry. Ignoring Shen Chi, she drank her milk and ate her scallion pancakes and pastries.
Seeing him like that, she knew he had already had breakfast. Butler Ling had only cajoled her, saying he was waiting for her.
For a while, the only sounds on the balcony were her eating and him flipping through the newspaper, very quiet.
In such an atmosphere, Xu Chaomu found herself eating without much joy, losing her taste for the scallion pancakes after just a couple of bites.
