yu tingchuan was buttoning up his sleeves when he heard that. he glanced at the thermal lunch box. old zhao smiled and pushed the thermal lunch box forward."i thought you might not have eaten breakfast yet. there's millet congee and knife-cut steamed buns. they should still be warm."
at this moment, old zhao's phone rang.
old zhao took it out. just as he saw the caller id, his phone was taken away.
yu tingchuan picked it up, but before he could say anything, there was a rustling sound on the other end, and then the girl's muffled voice could be heard."master zhao, have you arrived at the company yet ..."
"you're already up?"
song qincheng was eating a bun with a knife when she was on the phone. she suddenly heard the man's deep and chuckling voice. she immediately sat up straight and did not care about eating. " ... yes, i just woke up. how about you? did you have breakfast? "
