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Xiao Yi was just about to get in touch with Feige when Feige showed up at his house with dinner.

"My Lord, what a rarity! How did you manage to leave your room?"

Lately, this lord had no work on his hands. He would order takeout for lunch, and when he got off work in the evening, he would bring dinner over.

Almost every day when he arrived, this lord was either gaming or sleeping in his room. It was the first time he had come out to greet him like today.

Feige placed each food container from the bag onto the dining table and, seeing that Xiao Yi didn't say anything, turned to look at him.

"Why are you looking at me with that expression?"

"Hmm, I just think you're too kind."

Feige was stunned for a moment and then joked, "I'm just afraid you'll starve to death. If there is no one around when you make your comeback in acting, I'd have to pay a penalty fee. I'm not as good as you think!"

But delivering a meal was nothing; it was something he should do.