Bo Chengcheng forced a smile and shook her head. "It's alright, I'll get going first."
Then, she quickly walked past them.
In the days that followed, Bo Chengcheng was in a daze.
Jiang Yeqing had always lived his life with her cautiously. Now that he had noticed Bo Chengcheng's exceptionally icy attitude, he couldn't help but wonder: What had he done wrong again?
Although he thought about this, Jiang Yeqing couldn't bring himself to ask. Instead, he held up the noodles that he had painstakingly made and said aloud, "I went on a business trip some time ago and realized that the Zhajiang noodles in the capital are quite delicious, so I thought of a way to learn how to make it. Look, it's fresh and still warm. Quickly eat it while it's hot."
Bo Chengcheng looked at his ingratiating smile and felt a lump forming in her throat.
She wanted to tell him the truth, but her rationality stopped her.
