"Let's eat."
Fu Yanye said to the woman blushing because of an advertisement, then turned and walked towards the dining room first.
Zhuo Jian's head ached a bit, something was about to be remembered, but it was quickly suppressed by the headache.
When Zhuo Jian entered the dining room and smelled the aroma of food, her spirits immediately lifted.
She was really hungry, having hardly rested last night, first cleaning and then being kept awake by him...
But just as she was enjoying her meal, suddenly someone interrupted her.
"Did you always celebrate the festival alone when you were abroad?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Zhuo Jian instinctively looked up at him, then quickly lowered her gaze and stirred the porridge in her bowl, pondering for a while before murmuring softly, "No, I had classmates."
"Then why alone this time?"
Fu Yanye's deep black eyes fixed on her as he continued to ask.
Zhuo Jian unconsciously hummed softly, still subdued, "Just moved, needed to clean up."
