Luo Chuan dawdled out of his room and caught the cloying sweetness permeating the air.
Mm, it seemed today's breakfast was mainly sweet.
Luo Chuan came to that conclusion with ease.
After washing up, Luo Chuan ruffled his seemingly messy yet somehow meticulously styled hair and walked into the kitchen.
The sweet, rich aroma of food in the air had grown much stronger.
A faint gurgling sound could be heard, while a light mist of steam rose and inexplicably vanished in midair.
Yao Ziyan was looking at her Magic Phone with a subtle expression.
Who knew what exactly she was looking at.
It couldn't be that Elf City thing again, could it?
Thinking of that, Luo Chuan sighed inwardly.
It was not his place to interfere with Yao Ziyan's hobbies, and he did not hold any particular opinion about them either.
As long as they did not truly affect their relationship, it was fine.
Yao Ziyan noticed Luo Chuan, put down her Magic Phone, and greeted him. "Luo Chuan, good morning."
Mm, she was not flustered.
So it was not Elf City, where Song Qiuying had led others astray?
Then what was it?
"What are you looking at?" Luo Chuan asked curiously.
"Uh..." Yao Ziyan's expression seemed somewhat strange. In the end, she sighed helplessly and handed him the Magic Phone. "See for yourself."
Luo Chuan took it and browsed the information on the screen.
Gradually, his expression became much the same as Yao Ziyan's had been.
Subtle. He wanted to say something, yet had no idea what to say.
Several minutes later, Luo Chuan returned the Magic Phone to Yao Ziyan.
"These customers..." Luo Chuan pondered how to phrase his assessment. "They're really interesting."
More than interesting—they were simply wildly imaginative.
Luo Chuan began to wonder whether there were