"...A late guest?" He Juan chewed the words slowly. He tried to comprehend why it sounded weird, but in his famished and feverish state, his brain just would not cooperate with him to perform such a deep analysis. As such, he could only give up and shrugged. "There's no guest. Just the room service delivering my dinner."
"Dinner?" Mu Yuze sounded taken aback. "You haven't—"
"Ah, I'm not sure if Chen Youzhi has told you yet," he chuckled. "I'm out of the country. It's dinnertime right now, Xiao Ze." He Juan lied straight through his teeth. After all, a little white lie wouldn't hurt, right?
As he brought the first spoonful of porridge into his mouth and relished in the warmth it brought forth, he asked Mu Yuze about his day. "How are you doing? Have you been eating on time? Have you done your homework? Did you get along with your classmates?"
"Mn," Mu Yuze replied to all of his questions.
