Lin Xu grabbed Ji Zeqiu's wrist, her eyes brimming with tears, and said with a quiver in her voice, "Ji Zeqiu, I'm so hungry!"
"...If you're hungry, just order takeout!" Ji Zeqiu was somewhat at a loss for words.
This woman couldn't cook or make coffee, but couldn't she at least order takeout?
How on earth did Ji Tingyang put up with her?
"The elevator was under maintenance this morning; it's more than twenty floors up, and no delivery person was willing to take the order." Lin Xu took out her phone and saw that the takeout she had ordered two hours ago was cancelled again.
Her orders kept getting cancelled, and she thought about fending for herself by going downstairs to get something to eat later, but ended up falling asleep on the sofa while playing with her phone.
She only woke up faintly to the sound of Ji Zeqiu returning home, but by then, her stomach was so hungry it was at its limit.
Upon seeing Ji Zeqiu return, she couldn't help but whine to her son with teary eyes.
