After dinner, it was already past ten.
Back at the apartment, Su Lingzhi lay complicatedly on the sofa, conflicted about whether to call Fu Yinli back.
She had just picked up her phone and then threw it back onto the bed in a fit of pique.
After how he treated her, why should she care about him?
Tossing and turning repeatedly, she finally fell into a groggy sleep on the sofa.
The next morning, she woke up, supporting her waist, hurriedly took a shower, freshened up a bit, and went out to work.
As soon as she got downstairs, she saw a familiar car parked at the entrance of the apartment.
Su Lingzhi slowed her pace a little, later sluggishly got into the passenger seat, and took a glance at Fu Yinli sitting next to her.
Today, he was wearing the suit she designed, his expression calm, seemingly unfazed, as if nothing had happened.
"Breakfast."
Su Lingzhi took it from his hand, unwrapped it, and began eating breakfast directly in the passenger seat beside him.
