Without even turning his head, Tang Qing knew it was Wang Yan. But his and Wang Yan's home are in completely different directions. What was going on?
He turned his head and saw Wang Yan jogging towards him, her face full of surprise. Seeing Wang Yan pushing away the hair blocking her eyes, Tang Qing felt a bit fluttery.
Cough cough, his bad.
"Um, Wang Yan, why are you here?" Tang Qing curiously asked, putting aside his thoughts.
Wang Yan was very pleased with Tang Qing's reaction. "Yesterday was my best friend's birthday, so I stayed the night at her place."
"Oh, I see." Tang Qing nodded, and after thinking hard, he realized that he could not remember what the best friend looked like.
"Have you had breakfast yet? Would you like some?" Tang Qing offered her the bag in his hand. It had three pancake rolls left. He had bought thirty, but he had already eaten the other twenty-seven.
