Jiang Lingxi thought that asking Shen Yunqing for help in finding a house would be faster than asking Tong Yue, but she didn't expect it to be this fast.
This time when the call came in, she answered it, but she had just gotten up.
"I brought breakfast."
"... Come up!"
The doorbell rang, and Jiang Lingxi grabbed a washcloth, wiped her face, and walked over to open the door.
When she saw the tall, elegant figure outside the door and the familiar food box, she asked, "Was it on purpose?"
Yesterday, she hadn't even woken up by this time, but today she was up fifteen minutes earlier.
Did he time it so perfectly knowing she had just gotten up and hadn't had breakfast yet?
Shen Yunqing naturally didn't dare to nod, "I made fresh crab roe buns, they won't taste good cold."
Jiang Lingxi: "..."
She succumbed to the temptation of delicious food.
And so, the scene before the dining table repeated itself exactly as it did yesterday morning.
