"Miss Song, how could I trouble you to personally serve me soup? That isn't proper," Han Yao, whose desire to survive was extremely strong, pushed the bowl of soup back in front of Gu Chenxiao and said with a forced laugh, "Booking the hotel is a minor matter and it falls within my responsibilities; it's the least I could do."
"Boss, your soup."
Gu Chenxiao glanced indifferently at the bowl of soup and said nothing.
After that, the dining table fell quiet.
Song Yan usually ate very little in the evenings, but today she was indeed hungry. Eventually, she propped up her chin and frowned at the durian puff in front of her, waging a tug-of-war in her mind over whether to eat it or not. Ultimately, she gave up.
"I'm going to the restroom."
She had just borrowed a power bank at the entrance to charge her phone. When she turned it on, it wouldn't stop pinging with notifications.
She placed her phone on the washbasin counter and bent over to wash her hands.
