After speaking, Bei Yiyi directly left the bedroom.
The living room was a mess; she didn't have time to tidy it up. A certain man had only eaten a bucket of instant noodles over three days, and if she didn't cook, he might really faint from hunger.
Upon entering the kitchen, Bei Yiyi saw a pot that had been burnt to a crisp in the sink. In the trash, there were also burnt dishes.
No need to ask, she already knew, this was definitely the masterpiece of a certain man!
It seemed that during his three days in her apartment, he had tried to cook for himself, but in the end, overwhelmed by his own culinary skills, he reverted to making do with instant noodles.
Washing the pot that had turned black from burning, Bei Yiyi felt like laughing, yet inexplicably felt a pang of sadness.
What kind of man was Wu Yao?!
