Why did she agree to make late-night snacks for someone so readily? It must have been because the voice of the woman on the phone was too gentle, and she had been duped.
Miss Wen was very conflicted.
Her face was still swollen and hurting.
Wen Nuan rummaged through the fridge and found noodles, chicken, eggs, and a bunch of greens. She took them out and made a bowl of egg and lean meat noodles for Ye Feimo. The kitchen was so clean it was as if it had never been used.
Ye Feimo usually didn't cook, but why were there groceries in the fridge?
Wen Nuan didn't ponder over it; while she boiled the noodles, she also applied ice to her face. She was quite impressed with her own multitasking abilities.
No sooner had she finished making the noodles than Ye Feimo came downstairs, frowning at her in displeasure, "What are you doing?"