"You didn't say my husband couldn't be at home, did you?"
Seeing Song Jiaqi's reaction, Eleven's mood brightened early in the morning.
"It's not what I meant..." Song Jiaqi straightened up and scratched her head, "This is your home, of course, he can be here... I mean... am I being too much of a bother?"
She sneakily glanced toward Gu Liancheng, who didn't seem to notice nor care about her presence.
"Not at all!" Eleven went back a few steps and pulled her downstairs, "Haven't I told you? My husband is super gentle! His sternness is just on the surface."
Song Jiaqi appeared as if facing a dragon's den, shaking her head vigorously, holding onto the railing, unwilling to go downstairs.
"I... I actually don't have the habit of eating breakfast, can I go up first?"
