John was particularly happy, as if he were in love, proudly served the pork feet and winter melon soup into a thermos, and then handed it to Alvin, "Your Highness, it’s ready."

Alvin took the thermos and headed straight out the door.

John smiled like a blooming flower behind him, feeling absolutely delighted in his heart.

Politely knocking on Nangong Lin’s door, Alvin stood quietly and elegantly at the doorway.

Guagua heard the knock, muttering as he went to open the door, "Who is it?"

Who would come knocking on Nangong Lin’s door?

"I don’t know," Nangong Lin replied vaguely through a face mask, "You go open the door."

Guagua wiped his hands and went straight to open the door. With the excellent security in the neighborhood, he wasn’t worried it might be reporters or fans.

Despite his curiosity, Guagua opened the door, and was stunned the moment he did.

His eyes then gradually widened, filled with excitement and surprise, and even his mouth opened wide.

Alvin at the door was also taken aback; there was a man inside Nangong Lin’s room, and he was tall and handsome.

Alvin frowned and hadn’t had the chance to speak when Guagua exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my god, Prince Alvin!"

Alvin’s frown deepened, his amber eyes full of confusion, tilting his head, he asked, "Who are you..."

Before he could finish, Guagua, in his excitement, was both nervous and incoherent, jumping around and covering his mouth, almost enthusiastically pouncing on Alvin.

Looking at the seemingly crazy Guagua, Alvin’s already beautiful amber eyes showed a hint of coldness, completely ignoring the now frantic Guagua, and directly sidestepped him to step inside.

Once inside, he saw Nangong Lin leisurely lying on the sofa, wearing a face mask, her foot already bandaged, but still in shorts, lying in such a way that he could almost see the color of her underwear.

Alvin’s eyes instantly turned darker, an inexplicable surge of anger welling up inside him, he placed the pork feet directly on the coffee table and turned to leave.

Nangong Lin, startled by the sudden noise, opened her eyes to see Alvin’s cool and cold silhouette.

Meanwhile, Guagua stood at the door, nearly losing his mind.

"Prince A-A-Alvin!" As Alvin reached the door, Guagua boldly grabbed him, saying excitedly, "I’m your super fan, I really, really like you, could you sign an autograph for me?"

Alvin turned his eyes towards him, his tall and imposing figure exuding pressure, his cold amber eyes threatening, far from the previous gentle elegance he showed to fans.

"Let go of your hand." Alvin stared at Guagua, mercilessly brushing off his hand.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," Guagua hastily apologized, and then added, "Prince Alvin, could you sign an autograph for me?"

"Not interested." Leaving these short words, Alvin stepped away.

Lying on the sofa, Nangong Lin instantly exploded, and shouted angrily, "You brat, stop right there!"

Alvin’s footsteps halted, he slowly turned back to look at Nangong Lin, his cold glazed eyes gradually warming up but still with a hint of chill, expressionlessly pointing at the thermos on the coffee table, "Remember to eat the pork feet I made for you."

After saying this, he turned to leave, but Nangong Lin called out to him again.

"Don’t think just because you made me a few pork feet you have the right to scold my people!" Nangong Lin hopped toward him on one foot, looking at Alvin with dissatisfaction, "What right do you have to treat Guagua like that?"