Wen Zhan was puzzled, "Did you make this?"
Looking at the packed box, it looked like delivery.
The room was small, and even though the two of them weren't in the same space, it didn't hinder communication at a normal volume.
Mu Wanqing began searching the fridge for ingredients to make herself a bowl of noodles, and while preparing, she answered, "The food you ate was delivered by Yu Qiao, I was busy playing with the kids this morning and didn't have time to cook."
Speaking of the kids, Wen Zhan inquired, "Are they asleep now?"
"Mm, they're upstairs in the loft."
"They can turn over by themselves now, did you block the sides with anything?"
"That bed... it's on the floor, they won't fall off."
Due to the limited space in the apartment, the loft was simply furnished, and the mattress was laid directly on the floor.
Wen Zhan understood once he heard it.
Many lofts are decorated like that.