There were Chinese and Western dishes.
Qiao Mianmian noticed that there were only two servings.
She looked towards the entrance of the dining room and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Gong, are you and I the only ones eating breakfast here?"
Gong Zeli nodded. "Mm."
"Aren't the people with me eating here?"
"Mm." Gong Zeli nodded again and pushed a glass of milk towards her. "They're in another place."
Qiao Mianmian looked at the sumptuous breakfast and pushed the milk away.
Gong Zeli frowned.
Qiao Mianmian stood up. "I came with them, so I'll eat with them. Mr. Gong, thank you for your hospitality. Can you find someone to bring me there? I can't find them on my own."
"Why look for them?" Gong Zeli frowned again. "Breakfast is ready, you can eat here. Don't you like the food on the table?"
"No." Qiao Mianmian pursed her lips and looked at him. "I don't think this is good. Others will think that I'm getting special privilege."
