Mu Hanchen did not trouble the nanny, but still ate breakfast with a sense of resentment.
If he didn't eat, his stomach couldn't bear it.
However, the breakfast the nanny made was indeed unpalatable, and tasted completely different from what Xia Fanxing usually prepared.
Seeing that Mu Hanchen's complexion was getting worse, the nanny hastily said, "Young Master, is it that the breakfast I made doesn't suit your taste? If so, tell me what's wrong, and I'll improve it tomorrow..."
Mu Hanchen gave a cold laugh, but said nothing.
He haphazardly ate a few bites of the breakfast in front of him.
At the very least, his stomach wouldn't feel so bad.
The nanny didn't dare to ask further, quietly stepped aside, took out her phone, found Xia Fanxing's WeChat, and sent a message with a woeful face, "Young Mistress, the Young Master doesn't seem to like the breakfast I make. Maybe you should make it tomorrow."
