Half an hour later, the hotel staff brought breakfast.
Su Nanxing absentmindedly looked down at the porridge in her bowl and hadn't taken a sip for a long while.
Lu Beiyuan silently sighed.
Ever since his confession, Su Nanxing had been in this state.
Not speaking, not making a sound.
Unsure of what she was thinking or what answer she would give him, Lu Beiyuan was very uneasy.
He had bought many types of breakfast, and only when he had laid it all on the table did he realize a problem.
He didn't know what Su Nanxing liked to eat.
In the past, it was always Su Nanxing who took care of his tastes.
He had never paid attention to what Su Nanxing liked.
In his memory, it seemed that Su Nanxing was not picky.
To say that, wouldn't be wrong.
Su Nanxing indeed wasn't picky.
She had grown up with her grandfather, who taught her not to waste food.
So no matter what food, as long as it was on the table, she would quietly eat it all up.
