Shen Hanqian thought Junjun and Aunt Rong would eat breakfast here, but after looking around for quite a while, she didn't see them.
"Aren't Junjun and Aunt Rong here?" Shen Hanqian turned and asked in surprise.
"I've already had Aunt Rong take Junjun to school!" Xiao Qingcang settled into the sofa and then pointed in the direction behind Qianqian. "Go, get my breakfast!"
"What would you like to eat?" she asked out of habit. Then she despised herself for it. Was she too obedient to his commands? Why did serving him seem so natural, as if she were willing to do it without complaint?
Xiao Qingcang's gaze sharpened, his broad and smooth forehead wrinkled, obviously displeased, as he asked in a voice neither high nor low, "You don't know what I like to eat?"
"I know!" Dropping the words, Shen Hanqian obediently turned to get the breakfast.
A minute or two later, she returned carrying a full tray.