Tian Lingyun ate a few bites of the food. Bo Jingnian's cooking was better than this afternoon in the hospital, perhaps because the dining environments differed, so did the taste.
"Where's Yanyan?"
"She fell asleep in the castle earlier. I carried her into the room."
Tian Lingyun turned to look at the pink castle by the French window, which took up almost half of the balcony. It was filled with various toys; she looked away, "Hmm."
Bo Jingnian noticed her indifferent reaction. He asked, "Tiantian, did something else happen last night?"
Tian Lingyun raised an eyebrow at him, "Why do you ask that?"
Bo Jingnian put down his chopsticks, leaning back slightly against the chair, looking at her intently, "The doctor said you were not only overworked but also suffered from pent-up anger."
Tian Lingyun paused in picking up the food, then naturally put a piece of meat into her mouth to chew, "So what?"
