"Qingyang, did you bring breakfast?" Wei Jiajia was getting Tang You'an out of bed when she saw Lian Qingyang holding a bag full of breakfast items. She said, "Qingyang, Xiao Yue went to the motorcade yesterday afternoon, you're really thoughtful."
Although the Lian Family wasn't that great, Lian Qingyang was really not bad.
"Oh, then this is for the little aunt." Lian Qingyang handed over the breakfast and said, "Since I've bought it already, it'd be a waste not to eat it, so I'm heading back now."
"This breakfast, you..." Take it back with you.
Wei Jiajia hadn't finished her sentence when Lian Qingyang ran off like a streak of smoke, not staying a minute longer without Tang Yue around.
"Who was that?" Tang Mingli poked his head out from the kitchen. He was in the middle of making noodles, and he had faintly heard someone talking outside.
"Lian Qingyang."
