Jia took in a deep breath and knocked. She waited for a minute but didn't hear any response.
She said, "It's me."
The door opened almost instantly and Mingshen came into her view. He hadn't been crying like Yang Bingqing but he looked forlorn all the same, just like Yang Cheng.
"It's dinner time."
"I'll eat later."
Which translated to skipping the meal altogether tonight and she knew that.
"I made dinner tonight."
That put him in a serious thought. His mental state wasn't putting his stomach in a hunger mood but a meal cooked by none other than Spicy was something he didn't want to miss.
But he didn't want to eat.
But he didn't want to skip it at the same time.
"I wonder who is the real devil between us."
"What do you mean?" She blinked.
"You knew you would be able to seduce me with that information," he folded his arms as if confronting her.
"...Sure. Glad to see the evil plot I concocted is working so flawlessly."
