The door was gently closed, and An Ran's heart began to feel a twinge of bitterness.
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Chi Cheng returned to his room, changed into clean home wear, and took the suit downstairs to give to the servant, "Take this out and throw it away."
"Young master?" The servant was a bit surprised.
The young master's suits are all pure handmade from Italy, and each one is quite expensive.
This suit, the young master only wore it once today.
Worn only once, and it's... going to be thrown away?
Seeing that the servant did not move, Chi Cheng said lightly, "Did you not understand what I said?"
"Ah, I understand." The servant hurriedly took it.
A dozen minutes later, Chi Cheng walked back to the second floor with a bowl of shredded chicken wonton soup.
He knocked on the door, then pushed it open.
An Ran didn't expect Chi Cheng to come back again and hurriedly steadied her emotions, not looking up at him.
Chi Cheng stepped forward and placed the bowl of wonton soup on the desk, "Eat this."
