The bag contained the most common breakfast of soy milk and fried dough sticks found all over Jiangshan City in the early morning. However, in the Film and Television City, the only place selling those breakfast items was a village about a kilometer away.
The journey from the hotel to the village consisted of mountain roads. Walking to and fro would take at least more than an hour. It was only six in morning now. Did Liang Chen set off to buy breakfast as early as four?
Jing Haohao looked at Liang Chen with a slightly tired look on his face, probably because he did not get much rest overnight. His clothes were slightly wet; it must have still been raining when he went to buy breakfast, as his shoes were smeared with mud.
Jing Haohao's felt a lump in her heart, somewhat moved by his actions. That emotion started to ferment in her heart.
Liang Chen gazed gently at Jing Haohao and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"
