Lu Zhenzhen pushed those two items in front of Han Qi.
His gaze toward Han Qi was somewhat undisguisedly disdainful.
As if Han Qi was already a lost cause.
Han Qi acted as if he hadn't noticed and calmly continued to eat his porridge; halfway through, he heard Lu Zhenzhen ask calmly, "Those lurking outside, they are your men, right?"
Han Qi's expression remained unchanged, and he lightly responded, "Yes."
"Young Master Han, if you didn't want to be trapped, it would be easy. Why did you intentionally stay?"
"What do you think," Han Qi stirred the plain porridge in his bowl, "how is Jiaojiao doing?"
A fierce twitch crossed Lu Zhenzhen's brow. "Did you stay just to ask that?"
"Yes, Gao Zhe has been here, Pei Dongshi too, but I was waiting for you."
Han Qi was a straightforward person, not one for beating around the bush, "I dare not go see her, afraid to annoy her, and you would eventually come to me. Hearing about her from you directly can put my mind at ease."
