Sheng Jiaoyang hesitated slightly as she stood in front of the door, rubbing the scab on her lip.

“What are you just standing there for?” a voice asked from behind her.

Sheng Jiaoyang’s eyes widened as she turned to face the speaker.

“I was just thinking about life,” Sheng Jiaoyang replied without blinking.

Shen Zhining opened the door and entered, cocking his head at her when he saw that she was still standing there. “Do you want to stand there the whole night?”

Sheng Jiaoyang hurriedly entered with her luggage.

The lights turned on.

“Did you already eat dinner?” Sheng Jiaoyang asked, regretting it as soon as she asked.

“Yeah,” Shen Zhining answered indifferently.

Sheng Jiaoyang released a sigh of relief after hearing his reply. If he’d said that he hadn’t eaten...