Feng Jinglei was truly stunned, so shocked that she couldn't utter a word.
Last night's steak was actually made by Qin Feimo? No wonder she vaguely felt the taste was somewhat different from what she had eaten before.
So, it was made by him? He actually knows how to cook?
Stunned on the sofa, it was quite a while before Feng Jinglei's thoughts were pulled back by the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.
"Young Master, you're coming down too."
Seeing Qin Feimo coming down from the second floor, Aunt Xu smiled and greeted him respectfully.
As Qin Feimo came down, his gaze, from some unknown point, would inevitably fall on Feng Jinglei's face the first time, whenever she was around.
"Hmm."
He lightly responded to Aunt Xu, glanced at Feng Jinglei, then walked straight towards the dining room.
"Miss Feng, it's time for breakfast."
Aunt Xu turned around, smiled, and spoke to Feng Jinglei.
