I didn't have much hope to begin with, but seeing someone so good-looking, I still felt an indescribable joy.
Chu Liangxia stretched and, with energy from who knows where, took out all the fruits and ingredients from the shopping bags, organized them neatly, washed various fruits and placed them on a plate on the coffee table, and stored all the ingredients in the kitchen fridge. Most were for cooking dinner, while a few items—noodles, green onions, eggs—were for making noodles for lunch.
It wasn't until after she made the noodles and was about to take a photo with her phone to show Feng Ziheng that she suddenly noticed Lang Lin's missed call.
Lately, there hadn't been much communication with Lang Lin.
Apart from the missed call, there were no other messages. After a moment's thought, Chu Liangxia returned the call.
"Lang Lin," she said as the call connected, settling down at the dining table.
On the other end, Lang Lin hesitantly greeted, "Sis."