Thinking of how she looked yesterday, Ling Qingyue felt uneasy again.

He almost forgot that it was she who wasn't feeling well yesterday.

This woman is really ruthless to herself. He's sure she goes to bed later than him, yet she gets up earlier than him.

She was sleeping, and Ling Qingyue didn't want to disturb her, so after thinking for a moment, he closed his eyes again.

This time, he drifted off to sleep in a daze.

"Young Master, we've arrived."

Ling Qingyue didn't want to open his eyes; he was sleeping soundly.

"Young Master, we've arrived. Don't forget the match you're supposed to watch when we get back."

Ling Qingyue finally opened her eyes.

His face was full of misanthropy.

Before he could react, Jiang Tian shoved a thermos into his hand.

"There's porridge inside. I packed it for you this morning. It's still warm. Have some to tide you over."

Just as Ling Qingyue was about to disagree with Jiang Tian, ​​she saw Jiang Tian open another thermos.

He smelled a strong aroma of traditional Chinese medicine.

Ling Qingyue scratched her head awkwardly, deciding not to argue with her for the time being.

After one of them finished drinking the medicine and the other finished drinking the porridge, they got out of the car and resumed their original way of getting along.

After sitting down, Ling Qingyue wanted to open her phone and play for a while.

He wasn't the main character this time; he was just there to see how a project was completed, and what's wrong with playing on his phone for a while?

He had just taken out his phone when a delicate, fair hand reached out to touch it.

However, Ling Qingyue's hand happened to move slightly, and that hand landed right on the back of his hand.