It was just past seven in the morning at the Purple Garden Pavilion.
First floor dining room.
Lin Fei, sitting across from his wife Mu Shanshan—the icy CEO—looked a bit disheveled.
"Sigh—"
Lin Fei, half-heartedly spooning sugared lotus seed porridge into his mouth, glanced at Mu Shanshan, sitting opposite him with her stunningly beautiful and exceptionally cold expression, and he couldn't help but let out another long sigh.
It was, after all, the twenty-eighth sigh since Lin Fei had come downstairs.
"Son-in-law, is it that today's breakfast doesn't agree with your stomach? If not, there's still time for me to remake it for you."
Lan auntie, sitting next to Mu Shanshan and eating, noticed Lin Fei's repeated sighs while eating. Misunderstanding the situation, she thought her breakfast preparation might not have suited Lin Fei's tastes. As soon as she finished speaking, Lan auntie attempted to rise to go back to the kitchen to make a new breakfast for Lin Fei.
