Lu Miao silently reached out to pick up some food with one hand while the other hand occasionally tapped on her phone.
On the opposite side, Tang Mochen was fully engaged, his hands moving at a rapid pace, almost leaving an afterimage as he relentlessly pounded on the keyboard.
His eyes were burning with anger, and he muttered incessantly.
"If I don't catch him today, I won't be surnamed Tang!"
Gu Shiyan picked up a pair of public chopsticks and picked a few pieces of lamb for Lu Miao. Seeing her eating while occasionally glancing at her phone, he spoke up, "If you have something to attend to, you can have the food packed to take away."
Lu Miao wasn't the type to be absorbed in her phone while eating, unless something important was happening.
"No, I'm just chatting with a friend," Lu Miao replied, tapping a few more times on the screen and then turning it off, putting her phone back in her pocket.
