At Fu Nian's strong insistence.
Finally... they still had two skewers.
One skewer of potato slices, one skewer of lamb.
This really satisfied Fu Nian's cravings quite a bit.
However, under Jing Luo's supervision, Fu Nian still drank half a small bowl of porridge to warm his stomach.
...
After they finished their late-night snack, Jing Luo parked the car downstairs again, looking at the pitch-dark building; it was clear that the power had not yet been restored.
Fu Nian frowned, and Jing Luo quickly turned the car around.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To my private apartment."
Fu Nian: "..."
"Otherwise, it's so late, do you want to spend the night on the street?"
Fu Nian: "..."
Actually, they could have stayed at a hotel.
Fu Nian remained silent.
"You ungrateful brat, I just fed you, and you're already denying it."
Fu Nian: "..."
...
Speaking of which, it was Fu Nian's first time coming to Jing Luo's private apartment.
