Guan Qingyan stood by the sink. She splashed a handful of cold water water on her face to cool it down.
After she slowly sobered up, she tidied herself up and leaned close to the door to listen for any movements outside. After making sure that there was no one else, she walked out quietly.
When she reached downstairs, she looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table and glanced at Feng Biyan in surprise.
" Ahem, these were sent over by Uncle. Hurry up and eat them while they're hot.""
Hearing this explanation, Guan Qingyan understood. For a young master like him who never touched the water of spring, he probably didn't even know how to distinguish the five grains. How could he cook?
"I'll get a bowl. You eat first."
Just as she was about to go to the kitchen, Feng Biyan stopped her." Wait here, I'll go get it.""
Looking at him, her intuition told her that something must have happened. Otherwise, Feng Biyan would not have such an attitude.
