Jiang Yanshen was locked outside the door for a long time before he took out his key and opened the door.
Lin Qingqian was cooking dinner in the kitchen. The oil and smoke machine emitted a buzzing sound, and there was a faint fragrance of food.
Jiang Yanshen stood at the kitchen door for a long time, but Lin Qingqian didn't seem to see him. He could only go to his room to change first.
When they were eating, Lin Qingqian only brought out a bowl of rice and sat down to eat by herself, completely treating him as air.
Seeing that she was still ignoring him, Jiang Yanshen could only get up and go to the kitchen to scoop some rice for himself.
Lin Qingqian turned her head and glared at him with her clear eyes filled with "killing intent".
Jiang Yanshen put down the bowl cooperatively and said in a low voice, "I won't eat. Don't be angry."
"It wasn't made for you to eat in the first place." Lin Qingqian pursed her lips, her voice cold.
