The wind was ice-cold, carrying drizzling rain as it blew against her face.
After a while, Ye Jiuliang bent over to pick up the meal box and turned to enter the house.
Setting the meal box on the table, Ye Jiuliang sat cross-legged on the carpet, lost in thought.
After pondering for a moment, she still decided to open the meal box.
The moment she lifted the lid, an enticing aroma wafted out.
Instantly, her stomach grumbled loudly.
The fish congee smelled so good, Ye Jiuliang licked her lips.
She had harshly cut ties with Li Mochan, so if she ate what he sent over, wouldn't that be contradictory?
Biting the hand that feeds you, no, that wouldn't do.
After much consideration, Ye Jiuliang closed the meal box again.
Forget it, she'd better go out to find something to eat instead.
Just as she was about to get up, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Could it be Wei Bei again?
"Xiaojiu." The door opened, and a gentle voice came through.
