Song Ning felt the only way she could help Cheng Che was to make him delicious food. If Cheng Che continued to work in such a manner, she was afraid he would fall sick.
At this moment, Jiahui took a seat next to Song Ning and said with a frown, "Ningning, can you help me take a look at my analysis of this pulse reading? I showed the professor my analysis yesterday, but he was not satisfied. Can you help me have a look to see what's wrong?"
Upon seeing Jiahui, Song Ning raised an eyebrow; an idea formed in her mind. What was important to Cheng Che: the food or the person delivering the food?
"Song Ning?" Jiahui waved her hand in front of Song Ning when she saw Song Ning lost in her thoughts.
When Song Ning regained her senses, she pushed Jiahui's hand aside. She did not look at Jiahui's pulse analysis, but she asked seriously, "Did you stay up late last night?"
