Ji Yanlin's smile faded slightly, and Ye Chaochao caught sight of it. She opened her mouth slightly, seemingly about to explain something, but ultimately remained silent.
"It's already past ten, let's get up and eat something," Ji Yanlin sat upright and reached out to pull Ye Chaochao up.
Ye Chaochao didn't resist; she let Ji Yanlin pull her up, and then she went to the bathroom to wash up.
Ji Yanlin left the bedroom and checked the porridge and buns on the dining table, which had gone completely cold over the past few hours.
Although Ji Yanlin couldn't cook, he knew how to reheat food in the microwave.
The microwave heated things up quickly, and Ji Yanlin stood in front of it, waiting to take out the reheated food.
The apartment was on a high floor, and Ji Yanlin looked out of the kitchen window, only to see several other high-rises.
He looked on expressionlessly, clearly feeling quite irritable.