The man walked downstairs, and Uncle Tao respectfully informed him that breakfast was ready.
Looking at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, he thought for a moment and said, "Pack it up for me, I'm taking it with me."
"Yes, Young Master."
Carrying the packed breakfast, Tang Yuchen drove to An Ruo's residence.
He didn't quite understand why, but he just felt she should eat well; a pregnant woman eating well is good for the fetus too.
He arrived quickly at An Ruo's place and pressed the doorbell, but no one answered.
Thinking she might still be asleep, he called her. But when the call connected, it went straight to voicemail.
Tang Yuchen frowned slightly, thinking he must warn her never to turn off her phone again.
After pressing the doorbell for a few more minutes with no response, he had no choice.
He took out a strangely shaped key, inserted it into the lock, and gently turned it, opening the door.
