Yao Ziyue took the cup of water Yao Ziyan handed her and gulped down every drop with a "glug glug glug," only then letting out a long breath.
"There's no one else here. Did you really have to swallow it?" Yao Ziyan looked at her with amused eyes.
"The boss ate it too." Yao Ziyue stuck out her tongue.
"Can you compare yourself to the boss? The boss eats poison pills that can affect Venerables like snacks."
Why did that sound so strange? Should he have complained about it?
Luo Chuan decided not to dwell on the matter.
"Boss, help me carry these things." Yao Ziyan said to Luo Chuan.
"I'll help too." Yao Ziyue volunteered eagerly.
As for that plate of "grilled fish" she had made, it had long since been purified into the purest free-floating energy between heaven and earth.
As long as that black history was destroyed, all was well!
In short, breakfast—or lunch, if one preferred—was eaten in Yao Ziyan's room.
With Yao Ziyue around, it was much livelier than usual.
Her pleasant, crisp voice hardly ever stopped.
Luo Chuan found it a little strange that she had so much to say. Had Meng Changkong influenced her?
But then again, a talkative beautiful girl was simply impossible to dislike.
This truly was a world that judged by appearances.
Fortunately, Luo Chuan did not need to worry about that. After all, he was the pinnacle of attractiveness in this book...
"I'm full." Yao Ziyue slumped gracelessly over her chair. "Who's cleaning this up?"
Luo Chuan said nothing, and Yao Ziyan said nothing either.
"Fine, I'll clean it up, okay? Seriously, you two only know how to order me around..." Yao Ziyue muttered under her breath as she cleared the table.
There was not much to clear away.