Beiming Han stared intently at the bowl of noodles, finally secured the lid, picked it up, and left.
Lian Qingruo finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she could finally clock out. As she went to close the door to the president's office, her gaze fell upon the tea table where the food box that Long Xuxu had brought was still untouched.
Gu Qingxin returned to North Garden, disheartened. Aunt Zhou, seeing her enter, immediately approached her, asking anxiously, "What happened? Did you see the young master? Did he eat the noodles you sent him?"
Gu Qingxin shook her head. Long Xuxu had delivered takeout from Shunxiang Vegetarian Restaurant. She had merely sent a bowl of hand-rolled noodles. How could Beiming Han possibly have eaten hers?
"Miss, don't lose heart. I've made soup. Have a bowl before you go to bed," Aunt Zhou said cheerfully.
"I'm fine, Aunt Zhou. I'm not hungry. I'm going to take a shower," Gu Qingxin replied before returning to her room.
