“Yihan? Why are you here?” Astonished, Mu Yu stared at Xin Yihan who had appeared behind her.

“I’m here to get breakfast.” He looked at her with a smile. But his house was a twenty-minute drive from the breakfast place.

“Xiaotian loves the custard bun and red date soy milk from here. Are you here to buy breakfast for Young Master Qin?” Xin Yihan saw her taking the two portions of exceptionally hearty breakfast, and he gave her a look with conflicted ...