"You're such a busybody."
Hua Mi shot Gong Yi a look before rummaging through her bag and pulling out a pack of pickled cabbage flavored instant noodles.
Uncle Gong didn't say anything this time.
He sat on a chair, watching her bustling around busily for him, and suddenly asked,
"You're receiving some supplies? I'll assign some people to help you transport them."
Standing in the small kitchen area, boiling instant noodles in a pot, Hua Mi laughed,
"I heard you refused to lend people to Qin Ziran, so why are you offering me help now?"
Behind her, Gong Yi didn't respond.
While Hua Mi cooked the noodles, she glanced back.
The man who had requested noodles was staring at her in a daze.
Hua Mi quickly turned her head away, focusing on boiling the noodles. The air felt heavy with dangerous intimacy; Gong Yi's gaze was drowning her.
Gong Yi cast his eyes down, pondered for a moment, and still chose to maintain a distance that made Hua Mi feel safe,
