"Come over," Huangfu Zheng called to the person standing at the staircase entrance, waving her over.
Tang Anzhi rolled her eyes at him. Was he beckoning his family's pet cat or dog?
Ignoring him, she headed straight to the kitchen.
She hadn't eaten all day and needed to pay homage to the Wusheng Temple first.
Huangfu Zheng watched the slightly ruffled woman, raised his eyebrows with a hint of a smile and indulgence in his eyes, and softly said, "Have a glass of milk first to boost yourself. I've ordered meals from Ziyanlou to be delivered."
Just as Tang Anzhi opened the refrigerator, she heard his words. Boost what? She glanced down at that towering place.
Heh, did this miss even need such a boost?
But the hand that was originally reaching for the milk diverted its course, and she grabbed an apple from the crisper drawer instead.
