Xi Nanfeng awkwardly scratched his head, unable to come up with a rebuttal.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, he suddenly remembered why he was here and smacked his forehead: "Oh, right! Breakfast is ready, hurry up or it'll get cold."
"You made it?" Gu Moqian glanced at him.
Xi Nanfeng curled his lips disdainfully: "Do you think a man like me would roll up his sleeves to cook breakfast?"
"Oh, so it was Miss Qin," Gu Moqian said, as though something had clicked.
"She got up around six and went to the kitchen, saying she wanted to make a lavish breakfast," Xi Nanfeng explained.
Gu Moqian, expressionless, suggested, "You'd better go check on her. I'm worried if you're not there, the kitchen could end up catching fire at any moment."
Xi Nanfeng thought Gu Moqian made a good point and nodded before dashing off immediately.
