Shen Hanyu was busy in front of the stove, wearing an apron. He looked gentle and quiet in addition to his usual cold and noble aura.
He looked at her with a smile. "I couldn't fall asleep after I woke up, so I made you some porridge. Sit down obediently. It'll be done soon."
She had wanted to skip breakfast and go to the hospital, but after a moment of hesitation, she sat down at the dining table.
Well, Shen Hanyu's porridge was too delicious to resist.
The breakfast was sumptuous, and Sang Qianqian did not say anything as she buried her head in the food.
She put down her chopsticks when she was almost done eating. "Do you have something to say to me? Just a reminder, someone told me last night that he saw you the night Professor Fu'er passed away."
Shen Hanyu was speechless.
Last night was the first time he had been so drunk in all these years. When he woke up, he found himself in disbelief.
