Song Xirou looked around her, intentionally puzzled, asked, "By the way, wasn't Miss Jian also supposed to come? Why don't I see her?"
Quan Yifei laughingly said, "Jian Qing, the big sleeper, is probably still having breakfast. My eldest brother was scared by her stomach flu last time, and he has been watching her meals closely now."
"Is that so? I didn't expect Jingwu to be so thoughtful." Song Xirou laughed, covering her mouth.
Rhee glanced at his watch, looked up, and saw a car approaching from a distance, "Here they come!"
Song Xirou subconsciously checked her outfit, trying her best to keep calm. She could not let them see any signs of her admiration for him. Only in this way, she could see him more often.
A convertible stopped at the front gate, Jian Qing finished her last sip of milk, a satisfied smile surfaced at the corner of her lips.
A meal well eaten is a great part of life!
