She placed a fragrant, milky white egg custard in front of him, "Your breakfast."
"After you're done eating, aren't you going to get lost?" Isabella asked, expressionless.
"Oh?"
Julian wasn't angry. His deep, mischievous eyes narrowed slightly, looking at her with interest, "Get lost where?"
"Head to the Team Leader department for work," Isabella coldly reminded him.
"No, I've taken a leave."
Julian said with a rebellious attitude, "I'll return to my post once it's better."
"Aren't you always busy and never slack off?" Isabella was surprised.
"This isn't called slacking off," Julian justified righteously.
"..." Isabella ignored him, placed the egg custard on the bedside table, got up, and with a slightly cold face, prepared to leave.
"You're just going to leave like this, hmm?" Julian smirked, stopping her.
"What else do you want me to do?" Isabella didn't back down.
"Feed me," Julian said with a charming smile.
"Don't you have hands?" Isabella still didn't turn around.
