Jin Mo's heart was bleeding as she shook off Tang Yan's hand, crouched down, and picked up her phone, a faithfully acquired possession not yet used for a year before it was broken.
"I'll compensate you with a new one," Tang Yan saw through her emotions.
Suppressing the anger in her heart, Jin Mo took a deep breath, "Mr. Tang, the meal is ready, please enjoy, I'll leave first."
Having said that, Jin Mo quickly circled around him, grabbed her bag from the couch, and prepared to leave.
Tang Yan quickly caught up to her and grabbed her arm, his lips pressed tightly together, "Don't be mad, have a bowl of noodles with me."
At this, Jin Mo was dumbfounded. Was he… trying to coax her?
Eventually, Jin Mo, pressured by class disparity, stayed to have the meal with him, thinking that since she had already stayed long, a little while more wouldn't matter.
When the noodles were served, they had already clumped together.
