Lin Jiamu's voice was somewhat hoarse, his face was stubbly, his hair was messy, and his eyes were bloodshot, looking extremely shabby.
Long Xiao paused his action of picking up trash, looked up at his painful appearance, and said lightly, "There's no wall in the world that doesn't let the wind in, she'll find out sooner or later."
Lin Jiamu fell silent, he raised his head and took a sip of alcohol, that's right, paper can't contain fire?
Long Xiao threw the garbage bag aside and said, "You haven't had dinner, have you? I'll make you some supper."
With that, he headed to the kitchen.
When he opened the refrigerator door, he only saw a few eggs and noodles, which gave a clear picture of how lousy Lin Jiamu's life had been recently.
He boiled some water, made two bowls of egg noodles, and brought them out.
"There's not much food at home, just make do with this." Long Xiao said, looking at Lin Jiamu.
Lin Jiamu put down the wine bottle, walked to the dining table, and sat down.
