His gaze was deep and steady, filled with indulgent warmth. "Of course. You think I'd do something in the morning that I wouldn't dare do all night? Is your uncle that spineless?"
She was left speechless. Embarrassed, she punched his shoulder lightly. "Uncle, you're really bad!"
"I'm only bad to you," he replied, smiling. "What did you bring me for breakfast? You've gotten quite virtuous."
She opened the lunchbox, revealing porridge and egg cakes. "Eat. I brought these for you."
He kept one arm around her as she worked, not letting her leave his lap. Nie Rougang avoided the porridge, only asking for the egg cakes. He waited until Song Yue finished the rest before quietly drinking the remaining porridge himself.
Song Yue didn't notice anything strange. He'd been finishing her leftovers since she was young. It was familiar, almost comforting.
When work time came, she finally left the office, her focus sharpening again.
Wang Jing.
She was not letting her escape.
