Chu Jinnian was on the phone in the living room.
The moment the bedroom door opened, the man abruptly stopped talking and then hung up.
"What's wrong?"
Turning his head to look at Tang Mulin, his gaze unintentionally fell on her bare feet.
Chu Jinnian quickly stepped forward and picked her up, before sitting on the sofa, "Woke up? What do you want for breakfast? Sweet rice wine balls, or a sandwich?"
Looking closely, the man's eyebrows and eyes were as usual, and his gaze was as considerate and gentle as always.
The strange feeling that had emerged in her heart a moment ago seemed to be blown away by the wind, suddenly disappearing.
Tang Mulin shook her head and snuggled into his arms, "Nothing."
"Then, what do you want to eat? You freshen up, I'll make breakfast..."
Chu Jinnian ruffled Tang Mulin's hair, unable to hold back a smile, "What's wrong? Had a nightmare?"
