Despite this, in order not to arouse her suspicion, he still reached out with his fork toward the plate.
He remembered she once mentioned, her way of cooking fried eggs was learned from her mother.
At that time, his father always loved to eat this, so his mother would often prepare this for breakfast.
With these thoughts, Leng Zimo's fork slipped and scraped across the plate, making a harsh sound.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Turning around, she placed the milk beside him and naturally raised her hand to touch his forehead.
"I'm fine," Leng Zimo intercepted her hand with his, "Let's eat. It's getting late, and we still have to visit the cemetery later."
Luo Xiaoqian sat down in the opposite chair, "But you said we were going later, to avoid running into your dad, right?"
"I... I've changed my mind," said Leng Zimo.
This matter was very important to both him and her; he must find his father and get some clarity.
Luo Xiaoqian saw he was in a bad mood and did not ask further.