The nanny responded when she heard the words.
Watching Han Bin's figure disappear around the corner on the second floor, the nanny turned and went back to the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later, Han Bin had taken a shower and, wearing a black silk robe, knocked on the door of Feng Lu's bedroom.
"What is it?"
She opened the door and looked at Han Bin, saw he wasn't speaking, and impatience colored her eyes: "If you need something, say it; if not, don't disturb my rest."
Han Bin sized her up for a moment and said, "Why didn't you eat dinner?"
"That's a weird question. I wasn't hungry, so I didn't eat—what other reason could there be?"
Feng Lu didn't hold back at all, her face blank: "Say what you came to say, otherwise I'm closing the door and going to sleep."
"Can you not be so prickly when you talk to me?"
Han Bin frowned, "I'm just concerned about you."
