Su Nanzhi, to some extent, is someone who accepts most things well, thanks to her laid-back nature.
And precisely because of this, at this moment, Su Nanzhi picked up the robe hanging on the bedside table, put it on, and stepped into a pair of disposable slippers — don't know who left them by the bed — to open the door.
And coincidentally, she bumped into Jiang Beiyu who was coming out of his room next door.
The difference was, he was fully dressed, wearing very casual black pants and a purple T-shirt, just finished his grooming, the fringe of his hair still damp, which he casually brushed back, radiating the first gleam of morning charisma.
"..."
Su Nanzhi lowered her head and took a glance at herself, then fell silent.
Jiang Beiyu didn't think too much of it, he walked straight over and placed his hand on the young girl's head.
"Now that you're awake, go freshen up, I'll go buy breakfast."
