The next morning.
At the breakfast table.
Chu Biyao opened her curious eyes wide and asked, "Fanfan, did you have a dream last night?"
"No, I slept very well." Ye Fan smiled slightly. After the heart-to-heart talk with Mengyao last night, he felt much happier, an unprecedented peace in his heart. He had a very good night's sleep and now felt mentally refreshed and in a great mood.
"Isn't it said that you dream about what you think about during the day? Last night, my sister and he were exuding an aura of mischief. How could it be possible not to have a bad dream?" Chu Biyao muttered to herself. She didn't believe Ye Fan's words at all and pressed aggressively, "No, how can that be? There must be, you just feel embarrassed to say it out loud."
"Why do you say that?" This time it was Ye Fan's turn to be curious.
