Yuran and Bo Yan were having breakfast when they saw the news, although both were on vacation, they still paid attention to the outside world.
The reason was simple: they couldn't fall behind.
In Yuran's bowl was a mild millet porridge, with a warmed bird's nest on the side, and two small bowls of cold, slightly sour dishes in front of her.
Bo Yan sat beside her, occasionally glancing at her chopsticks to see which dish she picked more from.
The ones she liked, he would silently switch positions to make it easier for her to reach them.
Yuran noticed his little movements and, clutching her phone, smiled at him, "Qi Ge, I can reach them, you don't have to be so careful."
Bo Yan didn't comply and took her phone away, "Finish breakfast first, then look, okay?"
"Okay."
While seriously eating breakfast, they chatted from time to time, "RSM ending up in Xuan Ze's hands, I wonder if it's good or bad."
