Tang Qiu remained unaware of the professor and principal's heightened scrutiny of her. "Shall I treat you to a meal with your friend?" her husband asked as they left the school.
"I thought you had to go back and take your medicine."
"I just wanted to get out of there. I don't even need medicine anymore."
To Xie Qingqing, he said, "Are you free? You should get your injury treated too, shouldn't you?"
Xie Qingqing blinked in surprise. She hadn't forgotten how this man had all but come to their rescue earlier; without him, she and Tang Qiu would still be in hot water. Luckily, she wasn't vain, so she touched the handprint on her face and said, "It's nothing. And yes, I'm free–whatever you choose to eat will be fine."
"How about beef noodles?" Tang Qiu suggested.
Xie Qingqing gaped. "How stingy of you, Tang Qiu. Your husband agreed to treat us, and you choose beef noodles?"
"Take it or leave it."
"Fine."
