The porridge was finally ready. Xu Qinghuan poured two bowls and walked out, only to find Fu Yan時 wasn't there!,"You can call me Yan Shi at home." He strode forward, his long legs carrying him to Xu Qinghuan's side. "Hand me your hand.",He could allow for happy reunions, yet in his words there seemed to be a hint of indulgence and helplessness...。