Just before noon, Pei Yang returned home, carrying the army-green thermos Pei Wenping had brought over in the morning.
However, given its light weight, he had probably finished the soup inside.
"Mingzhu, what's for lunch?"
"Air."
Pei Yang, who was changing his shoes, glanced at her and smiled, then sat down beside her after he had put on his shoes.
"Still angry?"
Shen Mingzhu, flipping through the book in her hands, said, "What's there for me to be angry about?"
It was just soup, as if she had never had any before.
"Don't be mad. How about I pay you back those thirty bucks?"
Shen Mingzhu turned to look at the man, about to say that she wasn't upset about Qin Jinlian stealing the thirty bucks, but upon seeing him pull thirty dollars from his bag, her intended words changed to, "Where did you get money? You've been hiding money on the side?"