"Why didn't you have breakfast at Nanyang Road today? You don't mind going all the way to Liushan Road for breakfast."
He Chuan was already accustomed to Jing Yitong's ability to intrude on other people's privacy without intending to do so, so he took the conversation in a good-natured manner.
"Which tree's relative told you this time? Did he tell you anything else?"
"He also said that the only breakfast shop's signature pumpkin porridge on Liushan Road is now on the passenger seat."
The young man in front of him stood against the light, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised. He Chuan knew that every time the young man closed his eyes, Jing Yitong's world would be filled with their voices.
1V1 Newcomer writing, please don't comment if you don't like it, bow down.
Intention: All things have spirits and must not be bullied or let down.
