After hanging up the phone.
Lu Yinxing just felt that something seemed off, but couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
Lu Yinxing didn't think too much about it.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Yinxing went to the restaurant.
As soon as she entered, she smelled the rich fragrance of chicken soup in the air.
Lu Yinxing knew that Xia Ye must have made her favorite chicken congee again.
Lu Yinxing walked in.
Xia Ye happened to be carrying out the freshly cooked casserole.
She lifted the lid, and with the steam rising, Lu Yinxing took a sniff and felt her mouth watering.
With such a delicious meal before her, all her troubles seemed to vanish like smoke.
Lu Yinxing took a bite, warming her stomach and her heart.
Lu Yinxing had never imagined.
After feeling tangled and distressed for so many days.
The two of them reconciled so inexplicably.
Nothing was said, as if it was a kind of silent understanding.
Actually, Lu Yinxing knew what Xia Ye had done.
