After Song Xiangsi hung up, Xu Jiamu causally asked, "Who called?"
In her memory, he had never asked about her personal life so she was startled by his sudden interest. Randomly, she found an excuse, "It's from an advertiser but since I'm a little busy recently, I didn't want to take on anything."
"Oh."
"Lets have breakfast," she said, casually changing the topic.
Xu Jiamu nodded and walked towards the dinning table. With chopsticks, he picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth. Lifting his head, he glanced at Song Xiangsi. "If you're tired, you should just retire. Haven't you been mentioning quitting for quite some time?"
Song Xiangsi swept a glance at him and joked, "Where am I going to get my income then? Are you going to feed me?"
"I can," Xu Jiamu replied without hesitation.
Song Xiangsi froze, glancing at him before adding jokingly, "I don't want to just be a bimbo."
Xu Jiamu’s lips went up.
