Chu Yao couldn't do anything about it, since Mo Tingshen was her boss.
Sister Mi happily played the double agent, but upon closer thought, outside of work, it seemed that Sister Mi never mentioned Mo Tingshen in front of her, whether good or bad. Whenever Chu Yao brought Mo Tingshen into the conversation, Sister Mi would suddenly play deaf.
"Have you had breakfast yet?"
Chu Yao took a sip through the straw, the hot milk warming her stomach and limbs, "Not yet."
"You drank a lot last night, let's have something light."
Chu Yao asked, "Is it far?"
"Not far, just upstairs. You'll have plenty of time to board after eating."
"Alright."
Mo Tingshen reached out, and Chu Yao habitually handed her bag to him. The long shoulder strap was wrapped around his hand a few times, turning it into a short handbag.
They ordered a bowl of noodles, a bowl of rice noodles, a cold seaweed and shredded cucumber dish, and a cucumber meat slice soup.
