Lu Lingxiao turned and left.
Sang Yun noticed the kraft paper bag in his hand.
No sooner had Lu Lingxiao gone than Ye Xi came out of the room.
She was bleary-eyed and asked Sang Yun, who stood at the door, "Who was here? I thought I heard the doorbell ring."
Sang Yun turned around with a smile and said, "Just a delivery guy, he must have had the wrong address."
Ye Xi didn't think much of it and then glanced at the wall clock in surprise.
"Is it already this late? Mr. Sang, it's really too much trouble for you, you should head back and rest earlier."
Sang Yun nodded, "Hmm, you were sleeping so deeply I didn't want to wake you. There's some pear soup stewed in the pot, you can have some when you get up later. I've already cleaned the kitchen and was about to leave."
Ye Xi sighed in relief.
Meanwhile, Sang Yun took off his apron, revealing the white shirt underneath.
As a teacher, he naturally exuded a scholarly air, dignified and steady, and looked good in a white shirt.
