Lin Qiao had always been puzzled; three years ago, the little troublemaker was shy to speak, but now he speaks so smoothly?
After a while, Song Tingfan came over with some food, two sets of bowls and chopsticks, clearly showing he hadn't eaten yet.
Lin Qiao handed him a bun, "Next time, don't wait for me to eat together; if I get up late again, you'll end up starving."
Song Tingfan had a routine of practicing boxing in the morning, so he must be hungry.
The woman's eyes showed genuine concern, and Song Tingfan smiled, "I want to eat with you."
Before she could respond, he added, "Eat quickly, didn't you say there's a discussion about the dishes later?"
Hearing his first sentence, Lin Qiao didn't know how to respond; any answer seemed inappropriate, but hearing the last part, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."
After a few bites, she remembered about Niu Er, "Has Niu Er been sent off?"
