Jiang Zhiyuan finally got up, lowered his head, and walked forward just like usual.
An Nan gently placed her chopsticks on the bowl and couldn't help but glance at him again: "Why are you here?"
"Where else should I be?"
Jiang Zhiyuan glanced up, eyes darting around.
It seemed like only by using this seemingly ordinary rebuttal could he prevent the atmosphere from becoming too stiff, and only in this way could he cover up his awkwardness and keep the two of them from turning cold towards each other again.
"Who knows where you want to go? There are so many little buddies waiting for you to take them out for a wild time—"
An Nan didn't finish her sentence, but the look in her eyes really asked him: Isn't this your original lifestyle?
Jiang Zhiyuan didn't dare look at her, just took big bites of the instant noodles in his bowl.
An Nan stood there without moving, and he quickly finished a bowl of noodles, then looked up to find that she hadn't cooked any for herself.
