Mr. An didn't voice his question and accepted the bag from Chuzheng.
It was a bit heavy. Mr. An opened it for a glance and saw that it was porridge neatly packed in a box.
This packaging box... looks familiar.
After a while, Mr. An remembered that a few of his breakfast boxes looked similar.
Previously, he was worried that something else might have been added, so Mr. An never ate them.
"Those breakfasts... were they from you?"
"Yes." Chuzheng didn't deny it.
Getting up early to buy you breakfast, I've really put in the effort.
Mr. An: "..."
Mr. An was speechless, his hand holding the plastic bag tightened slightly: "Why do you bring me breakfast?"
Before that, they had only met once.
And his attitude wasn't even very good...
"No reason, just felt like it." You think I want to! If you weren't my Good Person Card, who would care about you!
"Eat quickly, it'll get cold soon." Chuzheng said, "I'm heading back."
Mr. An held her back: "Can you stay with me for a while?"
