At this moment, a knock on the door sounded.
The waiter came to deliver breakfast.
A very exquisite double serving of Chinese breakfast.
Tang Xi came out and saw the table set for two, for two people—could it be that he had ordered it specially?
Tang Xi slowly walked over.
"I...."
Fu Tingzhou was already seated, "Eat first."
After some thought, Tang Xi took her seat.
It had been a long time since she had interacted with Fu Tingzhou like this, and suddenly she felt an inexplicable, strange sensation. The odd, peculiar feeling of an old married couple. She lowered her head and took a sip of the lean pork congee in her bowl. Neither spoke, quietly eating breakfast.
After breakfast, there was another knock on the door.
Tang Xi subconsciously glanced at Fu Tingzhou, who was on the phone by the floor-to-ceiling window. She got up to answer the door.
Standing outside was Shen Duan.
