He Zhichu stopped in his tracks. His almond-shaped eyes flashed. "Gu Nianzhi, you have a lunch meeting at noon. Have you forgotten about it?"
Gu Nianzhi jerked her head up in surprise. "I have a lunch meeting? Why didn't anyone tell me about it?"
"I'm telling you about it now. Got a problem with that?" He Zhichu's voice had dipped below freezing point, to match his frosty attitude. "If you have so much time on your hands, you should be thinking about how to improve your professional work, instead of going around buying breakfast for other people. Who's he to you, anyway? He has a wife waiting for him, back in the Empire—have you considered what this might look like to her? You're not some errand girl."
Gu Nianzhi bit her lip. She was not an errand girl, and He Zhichu was right: Brother Huang was a married man. She had to tread carefully.
