"Really?"
"Yes! Especially the young master, he's lost quite a bit of weight! Make sure he drinks all of it." Aunt Zhou handed her the tray.
Gu Qingxin took the tray and left, feeling a little perturbed, had Beiming Han lost weight recently?
When Gu Qingxin walked into the study, Beiming Han was sitting behind his desk, deep in thought, oblivious to her presence.
"Young master, it's time for soup." Gu Qingxin turned to look at him.
Beiming Han's gaze fell on her face, and his dangerous black eyes narrowed, "What did you call me?"
Gu Qingxin, "..."
It was him who insisted she calls him 'young master' at first, now that she occasionally forgets, can't change her habit, don't blame her.
"Ah Han, Aunt Zhou has made soup, come and have some." Gu Qingxin looked at him carefully, it did seem like he had lost some weight.
"Why soup? I'd rather eat noodles made by you." Beiming Han stood and walked over.
