The smile playing at the corners of the old man's lips, the gossipy glint in his eyes, and the way his gaze fell brightly on the two of them all betrayed his current thoughts.
"...Pretty good." Su Qingnuan forced a smile. "I slept pretty well."
If only the two large dark circles around her eyes weren't so prominent, her words might have been more convincing.
The old man chuckled knowingly and nodded as if it were only natural.
"As long as you slept well."
With that, he lowered his head, grinning like a fox caught stealing a chicken.
Su Qingnuan looked baffled and sneaked a glance at Fu Yihan beside her. Though his face remained impassive, the coldness in his eyes seemed to have softened a little.
What kind of bizarre atmosphere was this?
Silently lowering her gaze, Su Qingnuan turned back to eating.
In moments like these, silence was the best response.
In this peculiar ambiance, Su Qingnuan finally finished her breakfast.
