Her eyes subconsciously glanced at the porcelain bowl.

"Thanks!"

Zhao Bier's considerateness made Tang Ruoxue's pretty face soften, she looked away from the white cat, and took Zhao Bier's hot chicken porridge.

Just as she was about to pick up the spoon and drink the porridge, her phone vibrated.

"Ding--"

An unknown number called in.

She put on earplugs to listen, and soon a familiar but calm voice came:

"Tang Ruoxue, I am Han Ziqi, I want to talk to you..."

"Snapped--"

Tang Ruoxue shook her hand, and a large bowl of chicken porridge was poured downstairs, and the aroma was overflowing...

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Chapter completed!