She and Xie Yuan were making slow progress, while Wan Sui and Tang Yi seemed to be burning hot.
Alright, as long as Suisui is fine, I can rest easy.
The next morning, when Su Miaomiao went downstairs, she found that Xie Yuan was already in the dining room.
Despite what had happened last night, there was not a hint of awkwardness on his face.
He looked up at her slowly, his tone steady.
"Chinese breakfast?"
"Huh? Oh, yes!"
Su Miaomiao hadn't really wanted to eat with him, but the big boss seemed to be waiting especially for her to have breakfast, so it would be rude to refuse his goodwill.
Soon, the maid brought over soy milk and fried dough sticks and placed them beside Xie Yuan.
Su Miaomiao sat down stiffly, took a sip of soy milk, and nibbled on a fried dough stick.
Xie Yuan ate the same as her but still managed to do so with flawless elegance.
The silence at the dining table became awkward, and Su Miaomiao couldn't stand it, wanting to explain last night's drunken fuss.
