An An watched Lu Mingfei's expression become grave, as if something major had happened.
She really couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.
It was just a sprained ankle, and not even severe. Did he really have to be so worried?
Previously, when she wanted to talk to him a bit more, he acted disinterested, saying he didn't want to hear her voice.
In her lifetime, it was the first time she had actively wanted to become friends with someone.
So, An An felt that he probably disliked her.
Now, he's showing great concern, which An An couldn't understand.
Lu Mingfei didn't say a word, he just casually took the bowl he finished eating noodles from into the bathroom.
Usually, whenever An An had time, she would cook.
But watching Lu Mingfei's organized way, she was somewhat surprised, it seems like he was familiar with household chores.
After Lu Mingfei tidied up the utensils and kitchenware, he came out of the kitchen.
