At the breakfast table in the early morning, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.
Gu Yanshen pushed a bowl of warm rice porridge in front of Lin Wan Yi.
Spiritual spring water had been added to the porridge, giving it a lustrous glow.
"Eat."
He said just one word, then sat aside, wiping his pistol.
Lin Wan Yi picked up the spoon and slowly sipped the porridge.
"Is everything with the Zhao Family... really sorted out?"
"Yes."
The man's reply was without any warmth.
"Could it be... too much?"
"No."
Gu Yanshen raised his head, his gaze falling on her face.
"No one can bully you."
After speaking, he lowered his head again and continued wiping the gun.
Lin Wan Yi looked at his tense side profile; his words from last night, "You can only stay by my side," seemed to still echo in her ears.
She knew he was angry.
Angry at what the reporter said, and at her possible thoughts of leaving.
The air in the room was so quiet it made one anxious.
"Bang!"
