The girl glanced at the wall clock, feeling a bit surprised.
"It's almost noon and he hasn't called me yet, he must have been out for a while."
Lin Xingjie scratched her head in annoyance.
She couldn't reach him for now. It seemed lunch would once again be something she had to solve on her own.
Fortunately, Lin Xingjie was not the kind of delicate lady who couldn't lift a finger; on the contrary, she grew up in an environment where being too dependent on others could lead to getting hurt.
She knew how to cook, and after living with Xu Xiangyang, she picked up a few tricks from the young man, and now she could definitely hold her own in the kitchen.
For Lin Xingjie, Xu Xiangyang's independence was perhaps the most captivating thing about him.
After bustling about in the kitchen for half an hour, she finally set the meal on the table.