The same congee shop, the same private room, the same two people.
But, somehow, everything felt completely different.
The room was very cold, and as soon as Ye Shushu walked in, she couldn't help but shiver.
Gu Feimo didn't say a word. He went back to his seat and didn't even glance at her.
The chill he exuded seemed colder than the air conditioning in the room.
Ye Shushu bit her lip and walked over to sit across from him.
On the table were two bowls of congee that had already gone cold, along with some other dim sum. It seemed that Senior Feimo had come out specifically for breakfast.
He came back so late for breakfast; I wonder how Old Madam Gu is doing now.
However, it's not something I should worry about, so she didn't ask much.
The room was very quiet, except for the sound of typing on the keyboard, there was nothing else.
Ye Shushu sat there without moving.
