Zhao Bier smiled sweetly: "You should be tired after so much trouble, right? I made a bowl of chicken porridge for you to fill your stomach."

Her eyes subconsciously glanced at the porcelain bowl.

"Thanks!"

Zhao Bier's understanding made Tang Ruoxue's pretty face relax, and his eyes were taken back from the white cat, and he took Zhao Bier's hot chicken porridge.

She was about to pick up the spoon to drink porridge when her cell phone vibrated.

"bite--"

A strange number came in.

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

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

"Ba"

Tang Ruoxue shook his hand and a large bowl of chicken porridge poured downstairs, with a fragrance everywhere
Chapter completed!