The next day, early in the morning, Qiao Muye came to deliver breakfast to Su Nanxing.
He didn't even enter the door and stood outside.
Lu Beiyuan took the food box from him and said, "Thank you for the trouble."
Qiao Muye didn't feel it was a hassle. He glanced at Lu Beiyuan and asked, "Have you and your mother... always had a bad relationship?"
Lu Beiyuan hummed in affirmation, curious why he would suddenly ask such a question, "Are you... worried about Nanxing?"
That was the only reason he could think of.
Qiao Muye frowned, "Of course I'm worried. Your mom called me yesterday, saying she opposes you and Nanxing being together."
Lu Beiyuan didn't take it to heart, "Whatever she says, you don't need to mind. If she calls you again in the future, you don't need to answer."
Qiao Muye wasn't very pleased with Lu Beiyuan to begin with.