An Ling was completely ignorant about these activities. When Gu Mingyu arrived at her villa, her eyes were filled with surprise and delight.
"Ah Yu, you're here. Have you had dinner? I'll make you something to eat."
"You're injured. Don't exert yourself."
His attitude and tone were perfectly synchronized. An Ling seemed rather taken aback before agreeing and taking a seat on the couch. She didn't dare sit next to Gu Mingyu, choosing instead to sit directly across from him.
"Young Master Gu, the meal is ready."
Song Yi suddenly appeared at An Ling's villa at this point. Observing the food he brought in, An Ling's eyes shone with a smile. "What's all this?"
Gu Mingyu rose from the sofa and headed straight to the dining table. Upon hearing An Ling's voice, he whispered, "These are all the foods you like. I had Song Yi prepare them for you. Try them."