Zhou Wenbin brought over some preserved egg and pork congee that Lin Yan really wanted to have, much more than the millet porridge Lu Chenyuan had bought.
Lu Chenyuan still poured a bowl of millet porridge for her and directly threw Zhou Wenbin's preserved egg and pork congee into the trash can.
Lin Yan said excitedly, "Why did you do that? Even if you didn't drink it, there was no need to throw it away. He brought it over early in the morning. Lu Chenyuan, do you have no heart? There was no need to waste it like this."
Lu Chenyuan said with disgust, "If you have any sentiments, you shouldn't be placing them on him."
Lin Yan felt a strong tinge of jealousy fermenting from Lu Chenyuan.
Lu Chenyuan often said she was needlessly jealous, but he wasn't much better.
