When Yuan Shiyao said he wanted to ask a question, Jiang Qingli had a bad feeling.
The message arrived at 23:59.
Just as the "Read" receipt appeared next to the message box, the time refreshed.
0:00.
A new day had begun.
Yuan Shiyao's status showed "Typing..."
Jiang Qingli stared at the words, unconsciously holding her breath.
A moment later, a message from Yuan Shiyao arrived:
"Qingli, I'm on duty this morning, from six a.m. to five p.m. I'll be doing my internship at the courthouse. If you're free, could I come see you tonight for dinner?"
"I brought some fruit and ingredients from the Upper City District. If you'd like something freshly made, I can apply to extend my stay in the room downstairs from you and cook for you, or maybe make some dessert."
"Although my cooking skills aren't as good as your Beast Husband's, my grades in cooking class have always been in the top three, so I shouldn't be too bad."
