Mu Zhenzhen thought she must have heard wrong. Watching Mo Xingyuan walk to the dining table out of curiosity, she followed suit.
To her surprise, two breakfasts were already prepared on the table. Although most ingredients seemed readily available, the combination looked quite decent.
After sitting down, Mo Xingyuan poured two cups of hot milk, one in front of him and the other across the table, then he picked up a piece of whole wheat bread and began his meal.
Mu Zhenzhen, however, did not sit down right away and stared blankly at the table.
These things...
Was he treating this place like his own home?
And when did he start to prepare breakfast himself?
Probably noticing Mu Zhenzhen's astonished gaze, Mo Xingyuan, without lifting his head, said indifferently, "This kind of treatment is only for my current girlfriend."
Mu Zhenzhen's eyes widened in an instant.
Then Mo Xingyuan added, "As an ex-girlfriend, of course, you don't qualify."
