Jiang Yeqian was silent.
"He's using me to look for the divine physician while I'm using him to support me. We all have our plans." Her demeanor was quite calm and composed.
Plans?
If only things were actually that simple.
Jiang Yeqian heaved a sigh of relief inconspicuously.
After heading upstairs, Jiang Yeqian requested for the servant to deliver two bowls of wontons and a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
Since they were both simple dishes, they were served quickly.
Qi Qingyao watched him slurping down the noodles. "Did you not eat during the afternoon?" Even if he did not eat the hot pot, did he not eat anything else either?
Jiang Yeqian took off his mask, asking somewhat indignantly as he ate the Yangchun noodles, "Since when have you cared whether or not I've eaten?"