"Good morning." Bryson didn't even raise his head, as if he knew that she was going downstairs.
"Why am I at your house!" Betty pretended to be puzzled and asked.
"Last night, I didn't know if you had brought your key out, so I went straight back to my house." After Bryson finished speaking, he looked up with narrow eyes and stared at her, "You have a problem with that?"
Betty immediately revealed a bright and beautiful smile, and waved her hand. "Nope! I just think it's too much trouble."
"You've troubled me quite a bit already!" Bryson didn't forget to remind her.
This time, the smile on Betty's face turned into an embarrassed smile, she bit her lips, carefully went downstairs, and asked him: "Do you have anything to eat at home?! I'm a little hungry."
"There's porridge in the kitc
