Xiao Lijin looked at the cup of milk and found it somewhat familiar, as if someone's voice was echoing in his mind: Coffee isn't good for you; don't drink it. Just have milk in the future.
Ah Lan noticed his strangeness and asked, "Brother Lijin, what's wrong?"
Xiao Lijin glanced at her, picked up the milk cup, and said, "Nothing, thank you."
Ah Lan sat down. For her, she completely didn't understand the things Xiao Lijin did, but every time she saw him working, she found him very handsome.
"How are you adjusting over here?"
Ah Lan's face suddenly stiffened.
"Did Qingzhu bully you?"
"No, it's just that this place isn't like the village, and I'm not adapting quickly."
"You don't like it here?"
Ah Lan didn't answer immediately, but her meaning was quite obvious.
"Alright, in the next few days I'll have them look for a house for you. Once we find a place, you and Ah Guang can move there."
