Wei Chengfeng hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, but it was only for a moment before he resumed his cold, proud demeanor.
Seeing that his face was still devoid of a smile, Su Li's heart continued to pound nervously, unsure of his thoughts. However, the one thing she was certain of was, because of the recent event, he was in a bad mood, a very bad one.
When he was in a bad mood, it was better for her to speak less—otherwise, she might inadvertently step on a landmine and make things even more difficult.
They were silent all the way home. After Su Li changed her shoes, she headed to the kitchen, but halfway there, she turned back and stood at the entrance to ask, "What would you like to eat?"
"Anything."
In fact, as long as she made it, he really didn't care what it was.
Checking the time, Su Li said, "It's quite late, it's too late to make too much. Is it okay if I boil noodles for you?"
"Okay."