Lin Ye glanced at Zhuo Yixin, who seemed to be fleeing upstairs, with a flash of puzzlement in his eyes. Was she really that terrifying? Was it necessary to run away at the sight of her?
"The young master had me prepare breakfast and was just waiting for madam to come back," Aunt Li said with a smile as she saw Lin Yue walk in.
As she spoke, she brought the items from the kitchen out.
Lin Yue touched her stomach as she looked at the breakfast brought out, feeling genuinely hungry.
While sipping on porridge, Lin Yue remembered that Zhuo Xiangqiao probably hadn't had breakfast yet. Just as she was calling him, she found the line was continuously busy, and uncertainty crossed her eyes as she looked at her phone.
No sooner had she set down her phone than Liao Yun came downstairs yawning.
"Yueyue, when did you get back?" Liao Yun asked, yawning, and addressed Lin Yue, who was sitting there.
