"Woof woof woof, woof woof woof!"
Early in the morning, a sudden burst of barking rang out at the gate of Fu Yanchen's villa.
Fu Yanchen, who was just about to start his breakfast, frowned slightly.
It seemed that he was disturbed by the noise.
It was strange. Ever since he drank that bowl, no, that whole pot of chicken soup Jiang Jiamian made last night, the breakfast made by the butler this morning suddenly seemed tasteless.
And Jiang Jiamian was still in the guest room on the second floor, showing no signs of coming out.
He couldn't just barge in, wake him up, and make him cook breakfast again… right?
After all, no matter what, the other party was staying in the villa as a private family doctor, not a servant.
The housekeeper noticed that Fu Yanchen hadn't touched his chopsticks for a long time and, feeling a little awkward, stepped forward and asked, "Master, do you not have an appetite this morning?"
As for the reason?
He more or less understood it.
