Xie Xinghui had just finished a biscuit when Mu Chuanlin handed her another.
"I..."
"What, do you want me to feed you by hand?"
Xie Xinghui, feeling helpless, ate another biscuit, thinking that she'd treat it as a workout since she was going to have a rehearsal anyway.
Having eaten too many biscuits, she felt a bit choked, so Mu Chuanlin poured her a glass of lemon water.
"Are you a child? Can't you pour water yourself?"
Xie Xinghui lowered her head to drink the lemon water and said nothing; how could she dare to go pour water when Mu Chuanlin, looking so fierce, was glaring at her while she ate.
"I'm full, I can't eat anymore."
Only then did Mu Chuanlin put the biscuits to one side and glanced silently at the packaging, committing it to memory.
Meanwhile, a staff member came over to knock on the door, "Artists, please prepare; the rehearsal is about to start."
Xie Xinghui nodded and followed.
She looked back and saw that Mu Chuanlin hadn't followed.
