After Song Nuan left, the man lightly pressed his lips together, his gaze falling on the plate of food that the girl had yet to finish.
He slowly stood up, casually rolling up his sleeves, and took a stride toward the seat Song Nuan had just occupied.
Then, he unhurriedly began to eat the meal she had left behind.
Eating her food, using her chopsticks.
On his face, there was still a layer of calm, but inside, he suppressed emotions that he had never experienced before.
Bite after bite, he was about to finish all those meals.
Just at this moment, with a click, the door was pushed open again.
The man raised his eyes, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he was about to impatiently say "get out," when he saw Song Nuan rushing back in.
He swallowed the words that had been on the tip of his tongue, pausing with surprise, never expecting Song Nuan to return.
Gu Nanjiu's lips moved slightly, preparing to speak.
But Song Nuan didn't give him the chance.
