Song Qiao vomited blood, she's really losing it now!
How can a man with such eccentric quirks even have friends?
Having suddenly realized something after breakfast, Lu Jingchen put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked up at Song Qiao, and asked with a crooked smile, "Oh, I forgot that today is Saturday and there's no work. Here's the plan: I'll take you back later, and you need to pack up and move in immediately!"
Song Qiao always had the habit of eating late-night snacks, and because she didn't have any last night, she had already started sipping millet porridge. Hearing Lu Jingchen's abrupt statement, she almost choked on the perfectly cooked porridge. Catching her breath, she looked up at Lu Jingchen and blurted out, "Can I choose not to move in?"
Because her left hand was injured, she could only eat with a spoon held in her right hand, which made cooking breakfast with one hand a half-hour endeavor.
