The oppressive feeling around her disappeared, and Wei Anning stared blankly at the mug, feeling cold inside and empty in her stomach, which was growling with hunger.
Leng Youchen was right, she was just being ungrateful. When he kindly advised her to eat, she refused. Now her stomach was unbearably hungry, and she couldn't bring herself to eat a hot cup of oatmeal placed before her.
There's no greater torment in the world than this.
If only she hadn't pretended to be tough earlier.
Linda glanced toward the bathroom, put down her phone, walked over wearing slippers, and looked at the half cup of oatmeal on the coffee table. She said, "Miss Wei, aren't you going to drink it?"
Wei Anning looked up at Linda, her eyes shimmering as she stared at the mug. She calmly picked it up, "Of course I'll drink it. How could I not? It's a rare honor to drink oatmeal personally made by President Leng."
Linda: "..."
