A moment later, Fu Junshen followed her downstairs and glanced at her.
Her face was still flushed as she sat at the dining table, deliberately ignoring him.
Fu Junshen chuckled lightly, went into the bedroom, took off his shirt, and changed into a comfortable white tracksuit. He then threw a white T-shirt at her, saying, "I only have my clothes here. Just make do with this."
"Why do I have to change clothes?"
"If you feel more comfortable in your dress, then keep wearing it." Fu Junshen smirked, grabbed a can of meat from the fridge, opened it with a tool, placed it on a plate, and brought it in front of Tang Zhixian. "Hungry? Want to eat something?"
Tang Zhixian was about to decline when her stomach growled audibly. Apparently, several hours had passed without her noticing.
Time seemed to pass much quicker when stuck with him.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Tang Zhixian sat beside him and had a casual bite to eat.