Bai Zhi had no choice; in the end she still got up and went over to Duan Xingzhi's place. A perfectly good morning was ruined just like that.
She'd originally thought that since Duan Xingzhi didn't cook at home, there definitely wouldn't be any dishes, so maybe she should buy some vegetables at the market on the way over. They couldn't just drink plain porridge, right?
But then she thought of how he'd been making things hard for her on purpose, which was really infuriating, so she stubbornly didn't buy anything. She went over empty-handed.
Maybe Duan Xingzhi had given advance instructions, because when she got to the front gate, the guard didn't give her any trouble.
She went upstairs. Duan Xingzhi was working; the coffee table in the living room was covered with documents.
Bai Zhi walked in wearing those same men's slippers. She didn't even stop to catch her breath after entering and said, "You go on with your work, I'll go to the kitchen and make your porridge."
