"Have some porridge."
Ultimately, it was Bao Nan who broke the silence.
Jiang Tong pursed her lips, pulling the blanket tighter around herself, with a hint of shyness in her peach blossom eyes.
Bao Nan's eyes flickered, instantly understanding what she was thinking.
"I'm heading back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs first; finish the seafood porridge and brown sugar water while they're hot. I had the housekeeper wash your clothes last night, and they're in the dryer now. You can change into them when you leave.
Also, I've already submitted your leave note to the political department of the Prosecutor's Office, so take a good rest today." His voice was extremely soft, like a husband caring for his wife.
Yet Jiang Tong still didn't realize and kept thinking Bao Nan only regarded her as a friend.
"Ah... alright... I got it, thank you."
Upon hearing this, a trace of loneliness flashed across Bao Nan's eyes, and he slowly stood up to leave.
