Amidst Zheng Haoyu's coughing, Su Nian leisurely wipes her face, looks at the noodles, and concedes that she won't be able to eat them after all.
Calculatedly, Su Nian pushes her bowl forward and decides not to eat.
Touching her stomach, she can't help but sigh.
"Why would you..." Zheng Haoyu was about to ask, but then he felt that he was prying too much.
"Why am I eating so late?" Su Nian took over the conversation for Zheng Haoyu.
"Yeah," Zheng Haoyu nodded.
"Rushing a project," she responded.
Zheng Haoyu just stays silent.
In the past, he would never have believed that someone would forgo meals to work for two days and two nights. He would most certainly have said, "Hey, pal, you must be crazy."
But now, the woman who skipped meals to work for two days and two nights, who had just eaten two bowls of noodles, was sitting in front of him. He suddenly found her not so displeasing, and perhaps even a bit cute and respectable.
