When Ruan Hongzhuang and the others got up, they saw Shen Siyuan already sitting at the dining table.
The tabletop was a mess, with milk cartons, bread bags, and empty plates piled into a small mountain.
Even so, Shen Siyuan continued to eat incessantly—steak, milk, eggs, and all sorts of high-energy, high-protein foods went down his gullet like a bottomless pit.
Meanwhile, Mao Sanmei was hustling back and forth at the stove behind him, barely touching the ground with her feet.
Ruan Hongzhuang and Taozi exchanged a glance, seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
Are we really that amazing? Could we have drained him so much after just one night?
"What are you both standing there for? Go wash up and join us for breakfast."
Only then did the two women notice that although Shen Siyuan's voice was still full of vigor, his face was extremely pale, which was very unusual.
"What happened to you? Did something happen?"
