He was the young bodyguard he had brought home last night.
Jiang Beiyu raised an eyebrow and, while at it, took an unused cup from home, filled it with warm water and handed it over. "It's Saturday today, why are you up so early?"
Su Nanzhi had been staring blankly out the floor-to-ceiling window when she heard Jiang Beiyu's voice. She then turned to look at him and took the cup of water, replying, "Mr. Jiang, I thought it was you in the kitchen downstairs."
Downstairs, probably around the kitchen area, there were noises, neither too loud nor too soft, clearly someone was busy inside.
It was someone Jiang Beiyu had called over from Jiang Mansion early in the morning to prepare breakfast, and they had arrived quite promptly.
At the young girl's remark, Jiang Beiyu couldn't help but chuckle, "You wish."
Su Nanzhi: "..."
