Zhong Qiaofeng hitched up the strap of her backpack and thought to herself: This little piggy's efficiency is really something, exactly the same style as Auntie Gu's. No wonder people like her.
That was what she was thinking, but the man who'd been dragged out of bed by his little sister because of her looked utterly depressed.
When the metal door slid open, the handsome face before her looked her up and down with a gaze she didn't even know how to describe.
Zhong Qiaofeng couldn't help swallowing, and called, "Brother Mingli—"
"You come this early just to get me to cook for you? You don't know how to cook for yourself?"
After getting a full-face spray from his shouting, she only heard that he wasn't even done scolding her. No, what he was most pissed about wasn't being woken up, but: "What do you want with my sister! Do you think my sister is some tool you can order around?!"
