He had woken up around noon, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Li Yueyue still holding a notebook. Song Yun sat up and said, "Yueyue, what are we having for lunch?"
"I don't know, Sister just called a while ago, said it was too busy around the mall and they're not coming back for lunch today." Li Yueyue closed the notebook as she spoke.
"Darn it, I'm sick right now, and you're practically helpless in daily life; do they want to starve us to death?" Song Yun grumbled.
Li Yueyue nodded after listening, but then something felt off to her, and she jumped up, throwing herself at Song Yun, "Who did you just call practically helpless in daily life?"
"Hehe, just joking." Song Yun gave a sheepish smile, "Since they're not coming back for lunch, I'll have someone bring us something delicious, just wait, I'll give Zhao Yan a call."