"Eh? Zhou Mingchen has gone out?" It was a little after seven, and Xia Lu was sitting at the table for breakfast as usual. Unlike before, it was already this late, and there was still no sign of Zhou Mingchen.
Aunt Zhang put a warm cup of milk in front of her, "The sir has not come down yet."
"I think ... maybe he really got hurt from the fall yesterday. When I came over, he was sitting right there." She stretched out her finger pointing to the stairwell, "It took him half a day to get up."
Xia Lu choked on a bite of bread, "Is it really that serious?"
She had quickly slipped back upstairs after apologizing yesterday and soon heard the sound of the bedroom door closing. She had thought he was alright by then.
"Then ... I'll go check on him."
"You might as well take breakfast up to him." Aunt Zhang handed her a prepared tray with a bowl of clear porridge and a few small dishes, "I was afraid he wouldn't have an appetite, so I specially made some porridge."