Xiao Yi returned to the room to grab his phone and then sat down on the sofa with Feige, "Order takeout from Hujin, and add a serving of vegetable gnocchi soup to warm the stomach."
Feige: "Already ordered for you, should be arriving any minute now."
Xiao Yi slightly raised his eyebrows, quietly opened Weibo, and after seeing the trending search, a smug yet contented smile appeared on his handsome face, "Heh! This kid, still has some conscience, didn't forget about me when it came to good food."
Then he opened his own Weibo profile page and began to type...
Feige: ...
What's really going on between you two, always talking about conscience...
The more he thought about it, the more Feige felt that something was off. He stretched his neck to look at what Xiao Yi was typing and couldn't help but curl his lip, muttering softly, "If I didn't know better, I'd think Song Yuchen was your son.