After hanging up the phone, she looked up to see Mu Xingfeng standing at the kitchen door with a cup of brown sugar water, his deep, dark eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.
Oh no, did he hear the conversation I just had with Xiao Xiao?
Feeling a bit guilty, An Ran diverted her gaze and began looking through the call logs on her phone.
Mu Xingfeng, acting as if nothing was wrong, walked over with the brown sugar water and placed it on the coffee table in front of her: "Drink this while it's hot. I'll go to the canteen to get dinner. Stay here at home like a good girl."
He finished speaking and didn't wait for An Ran's response, heading straight to the kitchen, grabbing the lunchbox, and walking out.
At the moment he closed the door and turned around, a cold aura emanated from Mu Xingfeng.
An Ran's words, he heard them all. She really is so intimidated by the age gap; three years is a generational gap, five years is a chasm—does that really hold true?
