Xicheng was deeply embarrassed. He had invited her to his home but was only concerned with sleeping, even neglecting her lunch. He was quite an unworthy host, especially since there was a sick child at home.
"I really apologize; I accidentally fell asleep. I'll arrange for someone to bring lunch over for you right away."
Xia Nuan smiled with understanding, "It's fine, I often took him shopping before. We already grabbed a bite outside just now."
However, Xicheng felt increasingly uncomfortable. From her words, it seemed she was the one solely raising the child, and how hard must that be was clear.
At this moment, Xia Nuan had already taken out a lunchbox from her backpack.
"Well...I brought one for you too!" She handed the lunchbox over to him and picked up the bag on the table, "Let's go, Niannian, let's put these things in the fridge."
The little kid followed her with little steps toward the kitchen, and Xicheng rushed to keep up.
"Let me carry it!"
