He took out a tissue and carefully wiped the plastic stool, then moved the stool in front of Lin Zhenzhen.

"It's all cleaned up, please sit down."

Lin Zhenzhen sat down, her skirt draped over her back, and she wasn't wearing any safety shorts.

Facing the bustling street, she could only keep her legs together and occasionally pull down her skirt.

Yu Jiamu clearly noticed this as well, and he stood up and walked to Lin Zhenzhen's side.

"Switch seats with me."

After the positions were changed, Lin Zhenzhen was no longer facing the crowd of passersby, but was now facing only Yu Jiamu.

I really don't know whether to say he has boyfriend potential or that he's domineering.

"Here it comes. One bowl of two ounces of spicy soup and one bowl of three ounces of clear soup."

The old lady placed the wontons on the table, and before leaving, she chuckled and remarked, "You've got a girlfriend? She's very pretty."

Yu Jiamu smiled but didn't say anything.

"A perfect match, wishing you both a happy marriage soon."

"Thanks."

Yu Jiamu looked at the person opposite him, his eyes filled with tender affection.

The girl seemed oblivious. She picked up the spoon from the bowl, scooped up a plump little wonton, and swallowed it in one bite.

Those smiling eyes immediately curved into a satisfied arc.

Yu Jiamu lowered his eyes.

Someone who can have breakfast with you on an ordinary morning.

A person who can actively distance themselves from the world of fame and fortune and play the piano for themselves.

A person who doesn't understand the exchange of benefits and only cares about themselves.

Someone he never dared to dream of meeting was now sitting right across from him.

How could he not do everything in his power to protect her?