Shi Nianyao was a little embarrassed as she smoothed down her hair. She cleared her throat and said, "Let's go in."
Mo Xicheng lowered his head and looked at her, asking, "Have you eaten something?"
She coughed a little guiltily and said, "Yes, I have."
The man laughed and then, like performing a magic trick, held out a cup of soymilk towards her. He said, "Drink this for now."
She paused and looked up at him, astonished.
Actually, how could she possibly have had breakfast?
She had overslept and, furthermore, although Mo Xicheng had said he was at home, she had clearly heard the food sellers touting their breakfast offers in the background.
Morning traffic jams in Beijing were an unchanging reality.
If it hadn't been for the fact that they had to take a photo, she would have rushed over straight away, but she had had to wash up first.
Looking at the cup of soymilk in her hand, she could only feel that…
