He Jinxuan waved his hand, "These are all what the canteen replaced. It's just perfect for you to use here, only went through a formal procedure with the finance department, didn't cost much."
As he spoke, he had already placed the medium-sized iron pot he brought on the stove and neatly arranged a few bundles of pre-split firewood under the stove shed, "It's getting late, you should rest early."
After saying this, he quickly left.
What He Jinxuan was thinking was: It's too late, if someone sees, it might affect Miss's reputation.
Watching him blend into the night, Xinyan then turned around, closed the gate, and returned to the courtyard, feeling a strange sensation rise within her. One must say, He Jinxuan is a meticulous person.
