What's the matter with your face?

Mu Lingqian frowned, as Wen Xiangyang held his hand, stopping his action.

"Young Master Mu, what do you need me for?" Wen Xiangyang held Mu Lingqian's hand. His big eyes blinked innocently at Mu Lingqian, much like a fluffy little creature.

However, Mu Lingqian was unsurprised by Wen Xiangyang's words and movements. The boy's behavior was too abnormal. He was normally quite dull, yet he was trying to put on a smart act in front of Mu Lingqian.

If he was not going to articulate it.

Fine.

"I had breakfast ordered, go get it yourself." Mu Lingqian glanced at a nearby coffee table.

Following Mu Lingqian's gaze, Wen Xiangyang noticed the coffee table laden with an array of pastries and hot porridge. Wen Xiangyang wondered if she was summoned this early just to share breakfast with him.

Wen Xiangyang stood up, and walked towards the coffee table.

Upon reaching the table, she noticed that the pastries were all her favorites, the ones she usually stockpiles at home when she is free.