Yan Luoxi held her forehead, staring at him in shock. The man had already let her go and turned to change his shoes. "Is Xiaoling asleep?"
"Yes, already asleep."
Li Yeqi started walking upstairs. In the middle of the staircase, he looked back at Yan Luoxi, who was standing at the entrance of the living room, and said warmly, "Could you make me a bowl of hangover soup?"
Yan Luoxi was taken aback and quickly nodded, "Okay."
Watching the man's silhouette disappear at the landing on the second floor, Yan Luoxi finally withdrew her gaze, stepped into the kitchen, took ingredients from the refrigerator, washed them, and began to make the hangover soup.
Lately, he had come home drunk almost every night. She knew he was busy socializing, and she also knew he had things on his mind he wanted to ask her, but she wasn't ready to confess, so she dared not trigger anything.
