Xi An'an looked at him in surprise as Quan Tianqi raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, "You don't need to look at me with such a touched expression. This favor must be repaid."
A bucket of cold water seemed to be poured over her as the corner of Xi An'an's mouth twitched.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't dare default on a debt to you."
Quan Tianqi chuckled lightly, drinking his coffee contentedly.
After eating half a bowl of porridge, Xi An'an stopped.
"Why aren't you eating any more?" His coffee finished and newspaper read, Quan Tianqi folded the paper and asked, "Doesn't it suit your taste?"
Xi An'an shook her head, "I'm full."
"You've eaten so little?" Quan Tianqi glanced at the bowl, which still contained more than half of the porridge, and frowned slightly, "Don't feel like attending old Master Xi's funeral?"
At his words, Xi An'an abruptly looked up.
"Eat some more; once you're done, I'll take you there," Quan Tianqi said.
"Really?" Xi An'an's eyes lit up.