Yue Feng felt quite wronged to be scolded so badly for delivering breakfast so early in the morning. He rubbed his nose, not daring to say a word. Under his boss's terrifying gaze, he trembled as he carried the breakfast into the house. He put down his breakfast and Feng Yi's clothes, and before Feng Yi could say anything, he rolled out of the door.
"Young Master, I'll leave now. Eat your breakfast while it's hot."
After saying that, Yue Feng gently closed the door. Looking at the closed door, Yue Feng suddenly frowned. "I'm so dumb. If Young Master really fought for the entire night, would his face be so sour?"
His boss was clearly unsatisfied!
...
Feng Yi changed his clothes and looked at the time before knocking on the bedroom door. "Yu Fei, get up and get out of bed."
A lazy and sleepy voice came from the room. "Don't make a fuss. Let me sleep a little longer."
