Shen Feiwan walked into Fu Shiyan's office.
She was trying hard to stay awake. She had to deal with a press conference in the afternoon.
She didn't know why Fu Shiyan had suddenly asked her to come.
She was really a little impatient.
"Mr. Fu, if you have something to say, say it quick. I have work to do," Shen Feiwan said, yawning lazily.
Fu Shiyan sat in his chair, noting Shen Feiwan's exhaustion.
At first, he didn't notice it in the meeting room.
But now, it was obvious that Shen Feiwan was truly tired.
He changed the subject, asking casually, "Have you had breakfast?"
"No, I didn't eat anything." She simply had no appetite.
"Take this and eat it." Fu Shiyan signaled to a lunch box next to him.
"What is it?"
"Chicken soup. Sister Liu made it," Fu Shiyan said, "She just delivered it."
"She made it especially for me?" Shen Feiwan was somewhat surprised.
Fu Shiyan didn't say anything, as if approving silently.
