He thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "I'll go back and get it another day."
She shrugged her shoulders, thinking that whatever this young master wore tonight had nothing to do with her. Zhuo Xiangqiao raised his hand to look at his watch and said, "It's almost eleven, want something to eat?"
"It's eleven?" Lin Yue took out her phone only then to realize that it was already past eleven o'clock. She touched her belly, only then feeling a bit hungry. Hearing his suggestion, she asked, "Are we going out to eat, or are you cooking?" As she spoke, she also remembered the dishes Zhuo Xiangqiao had cooked last time, which obviously tasted as good as those made by chefs in hotels.
Hearing her ask, Zhuo Xiangqiao clearly understood what she meant, got up, patted her head, and walked towards the kitchen, shouting to Lin Yue standing in the living room, "If you want to eat sooner, come over and help me."
