At that time, Qin Mo, who was sitting at the An's dining table, didn't know what the Little Tiger he raised was going through.
He raised his head for the third time to look at the clock hanging on the wall; the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of him was untouched.
The young butler started to feel anxious. After all, Chairman An had instructed him to take good care of the young master for these two days. He was the only one here, apart from the chef. How could the Young Master not eat? The butler had a vague idea why the young master had a bad appetite.
He suggested in English. "Let's go to Bo's house to see Miss Jiu. After all, Mr. Bo does not have a habit of making breakfast."
Qin Mo turned his head and glanced at him, his voice faint. "Does that have anything to do with me?"
