"I need some time to calm down." In order to catch the lunch time, Wu Hai didn’t even have breakfast before taking the plane and nor did he touch the in-flight meal. However, this was the result.
The white A4 paper pasted on the door was extraordinarily offending to his eyes. Wu Hai simply wanted to cry without any tears.
He took up the phone and then put it back. Taking a look at the date, he felt the profound malice of the universe. Obviously, Yuan Zhou had barely left.
"Duk Duk Duk", Wu Hai walked toward his art studio with an awfully slow pace. He prepared to stay for a few days before going back to the art show. How could he just go back without eating the dishes he had long expected?
As for Zheng Jiawei’s ardent instructions before he came back, Wu Hai had already completely forgotten about them. A life without delicious dishes made no difference from a salted fish.
