I ate the porridge in the bowl, occasionally glancing at Brandon Sheng'ou opposite me.
He was dressed like a business man, wearing a watch and tie, and looked like he was going out soon. I underestimated him, too. I thought he would go to work at least until the swelling subsided, but he never thought about resting.
Otherwise, how could he be a successful person? He is so cruel to himself.
When I think about it this way, I feel that he is actually quite nice to me.
"Don't just eat porridge, have some vegetables too." I put a piece of tender scrambled egg into his bowl.
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