"A friend bought me breakfast, I ate it, and then I came over."
So that's how it is, Qin Xiangnuan understood, turns out he has discerned the taste, and that's how he found her.
Jian Zhiqing glanced at his watch, feeling that the young girl in front of him seemed somewhat weary. Although some anger was still harbored in his heart, it miraculously dissipated at this moment. He stood up, took the clothes hanging to the side, put them on, and then walked over, stretching out his hand, perhaps intending to ruffle the young girl's hair as he did before. But in the end, it seemed he remembered something, and his hand retracted.
"It's getting late, I'll head back now, and come over again tomorrow."
After adjusting his clothes again, Qin Xiangnuan also stood up. She went outside, picked up the umbrella propped outside, and handed it to Jian Zhiqing. Jian Zhiqing took the umbrella, his exposed neck showing a very elegant curvature.
