After finishing the call with Si Fan, Jun Yan immediately popped a few painkillers into his mouth and took a quick shower to ensure that she wouldn't notice anything amiss when she arrived shortly.
As he walked out of the bathroom dressed neatly, the doorbell rang.
His scalp tightened a bit; it had only been ten minutes, and she arrived so fast?
"Yan, it's me, your lunch."
It was Jiang Wang's voice.
Jun Yan relaxed instantly and went to open the door.
Jiang Wang was leaning against the door frame, holding a bag in his hand.
Seeing the door open, he straightened his posture and sized up Jun Yan, "Feeling any better now?"
Jun Yan responded tersely, "En."
Jiang Wang glared at him, with a resentful tone, "If you're feeling better, why haven't you called your mom back? She's been blowing up my phone."
Jun Yan gave him a cold glance, then proactively took the bag from Jiang Wang's hand, "Thanks for the lunch. See you out."
Jiang Wang: "..."
Was he merely a delivery guy?
