"Do I feel a bit sorry for these women?" Luo Ziling softly asked himself.
"Hurry up and eat, why are you just standing there?" Seeing Luo Ziling holding chopsticks with a dazed look, Yang Qingyin found it a bit odd, "Did you spend some time abroad and stop liking Huaxia food?"
"How is that possible?" Luo Ziling shook his head and chuckled softly, "I just suddenly remembered that the gift I bought for you is in the car and I forgot to take it out."
"It's fine, it's not going anywhere in the car. Let's eat first, I'm hungry, and you must be even hungrier, right?" Yang Qingyin grabbed Luo Ziling, who was about to get up to fetch the gift, "You flew all night last night, you must be tired? You look pale, probably because you didn't rest well? If there's nothing urgent, take a good rest in the afternoon!"
