C490 Poisoning by Shiyang Feather

The next morning, when Zhao Feng woke up, Wei Ying had already disappeared. However, there was a bowl of millet porridge on the bedside table.

There was also a plate next to it with a slightly blackened fried egg. Zhao Feng saw it and smiled faintly. Needless to say, he knew it was Wei Ying's doing.

On the bed, after a simple breakfast