Two days later, Chang'an International Hotel.
Early morning. Steam drifted up from the rice porridge station in the restaurant.
In the corner, Zhang Fan tore open a youtiao, dipped it into the white porridge, let it soak up the broth, then took a big bite—flavor bursting in his mouth.
"You don't want a bite?" Zhang Fan looked up at Li Yishan, who was sitting across from him.
"You know I don't have the habit of eating breakfast." Li Yishan glanced at his phone, answering indifferently.
"Only you are like that. Normal people who skip breakfast will get stomach problems sooner or later." Zhang Fan said casually.
"So what if I get stomach problems? I'm not even afraid of death." Li Yishan replied nonchalantly.
"..."
"Let me show you something."
As he spoke, Li Yishan turned his phone screen towards Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan looked up—and saw that it was a SuperChat conversation, the contact note reading [Senior Sister Jiang Tianxin 176, Leo].
