The man's low voice sounded, and Zhuang Shuqing was taken aback. She rummaged through her bag, took out her cellphone, and saw it was out of power.
She handed the phone to Lu Jinyang, "It's out of battery."
Lu Jinyang didn't even open his eyes, "Have you eaten?"
"Yeah."
"With the person who sent you flowers today?"
Zhuang Shuqing's eyebrows knotted, "No, with my best friend."
Finally, he opened his eyes slowly and looked at her, "Is your hand better now?"
"Yeah."
"I'm hungry."
"..."
Damn, were all these questions just to say this final sentence?
Zhuang Shuqing felt extremely frustrated. She silently put down her bag, walked to the kitchen, took out noodles from the fridge, but before even the water boiled, she heard the man in the living room speak again: "I don't like noodles."
"..."
