"No, why don't you buy it yourself?" Jian Yanyan looked at the soy milk and dough sticks on the coffee table and said, "I'm so hungry."
"Just like a pig, you just finished and now you want to eat again." Su Junhao muttered and then went to make a phone call.
This time, he simply asked his assistant to help him move all his stuff from the apartment.
Jian Yanyan looked at him in surprise, "Why are you moving over here? This is my place."
"Your foot is injured, and you're unable to live by yourself, which is partly my responsibility. If I hadn't insisted on inviting you to dinner, this wouldn't have happened. So, I've decided to take care of you here until you're better." Su Junhao explained matter-of-factly.
Jian Yanyan thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "True, then make me meals in the future, and you can sleep in the room next door."
Su Junhao curved his lips into a smile; it seemed the first step was quite successful.
