But I had no time to deal with her. In the end, I still pulled an all-nighter. The next morning when I came out of my room, I was stunned to see breakfast on the table. Olivia came out of the kitchen carrying a fried egg, looking a bit awkward: "My cooking isn't good, just make do with it." I picked up my briefcase, saying it wasn't necessary. She hurriedly put down the plate and came over to grab