The Happiness Within

Lu Zhanbei was completely at his wits' end. He could only return to the cold palace.

The next day, Lin Wanwan saw Lu Zhanbei sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspapers. He was still wearing a bathrobe.

"You're up pretty early eh."

"It's not that I was up early. I didn't sleep at all."

Although his tone was calm, Lin Wanwan could hear a trace of grievance.

She pouted. "I'm hungry. Go and…"

Without waiting for her to finish her words, Lu Zhanbei had already taken her wrist and pulled her to the dining hall.

The dining table was full of a Western-style breakfast.

Lin Wanwan moved her eyes. She was about to say that she would only eat those he had prepared personally when Lu Zhanbei said heart-flutteringly, "I made all of these."

… This man. It couldn't be that he could read her mind, right?

Lin Wanwan picked up a sandwich. After taking a bite, she immediately frowned in disdain.