Early the next morning, just as dawn broke, Su Zelin, who was still sound asleep in bed, was woken up by Su Jianjun, telling him to hurry up and have breakfast while it was hot.
The breakfast wasn't cooked by Zhao Lixia. Granny Su was still asleep. She knew that Su Zelin either slept in or went for a morning run, so he wouldn't eat breakfast so early. She usually got up after seven.
It was rare for Su Jianjun to cook, and his intention wasn't just about the meal.
Since Su Zelin brought back the Santana yesterday, Old Su had been restless all night, eager to be a dashing man.
However, waking his son up early without a reason wasn't quite right, so Dad Su had the bright idea to make breakfast, thus giving him a legitimate reason.
Su Zelin, rubbing his sleepy eyes and yawning repeatedly, felt unhappy.
He had been driving for most of the day yesterday, had a little drink during the family dinner in the evening, and was planning to sleep in, but plans never go as expected.
