Song Qiao felt like coughing up blood, she really started to feel unwell!
How could this man's quirks be so bizarre, it's a wonder how he ever made any friends?
Lu Jingchen suddenly seemed to realize something, as if a delayed afterthought. After finishing breakfast, he put down his utensils, looked up at Song Qiao and said with a smirk, "Oh, I forgot that it's not a workday since today is Saturday. Here's the plan: I'll send you back later, and you'll pack up and move in immediately!"
As someone who always had the habit of eating late-night snacks, Song Qiao was already sipping on millet porridge since she missed it last night. Hearing Lu Jingchen's abrupt statement, she almost choked on the well-cooked porridge. After catching her breath, she looked up at Lu Jingchen and blurted out, "Can I not move in?"
