Song Cheng'an glanced at Mu Yan's phone and said, "Go answer it over there, Luo Yao, go to the back and stand guard, don't let anyone come near."
"Okay." Luo Yao went to the back holding her lunch box and sat down.
Mu Yan actually wasn't planning to answer, but with Song Cheng'an saying so, she had to.
She took a few steps to the side, sat down, and answered the call.
"Hello."
"Did lunch and ginger tea arrive?" he asked.
Mu Yan replied, "Mm."
"Still feeling uncomfortable?"
Mu Yan felt a bit embarrassed discussing menstrual cramps with a man, she whispered, "It's okay."
"Mm, let Lian Jun know what you like to eat, he'll arrange it."
Mu Yan paused, "Are you saying someone will bring food every day from now on?"
"You could say that."
"Why?" Mu Yan asked instinctively.
She thought about what Song Cheng'an had just said. Could it be because of her?
"What do you think?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
