"What?"
Nan Jiaojiao had just inhaled a spoonful of rice porridge, her voice drowned out by his.
Bo Yanching adjusted his sitting posture, and somehow, there was an indistinguishable irritability in his brows and eyes.
"It's nothing."
Her eyes flickered and she didn't ask further, bowing her head to eat.
The breakfast was eaten with difficulty, the atmosphere stiff.
Bo Yanching seemed to have little appetite, only eating less than half a bowl of rice porridge and a few chopsticks of bitter bamboo shoots before he stopped, pulled out a cigarette and held it between his fingers. He didn't light it up, his body slightly titled to the side, his dark and deep eyes looking at her.
His gaze was stark, a dark shade quietly lurking, seeping even deeper.
Nan Jiaojiao felt uncomfortable, she gently placed her bowl on the table, and the man's deep voice timely rose, "Leave it, the hotel people will come to collect it tonight."