"The late-night meal isn't bad, it has your favorite hot and sour noodles."
Liu Zunling handed the steaming bowl of hot and sour noodles in front of him, and Bai Huawei could only reach out to take it.
Actually, he didn't have much of an appetite now.
Because he studied in Yuzhou for elementary school, his father Bai Zhizhan's hometown, and only returned to the Imperial Capital at thirteen, Bai Huawei had a stronger taste, always liking spicy foods, especially the unique hot and sour noodles from Yuzhou, which made him seem out of place among peers like Liu Zunling.
"Eat a little something, at least."
"Do you feel that our previous predictions are actually putting the cart before the horse?"
Upon hearing Bai Huawei say this, Liu Zunling immediately furrowed his brows and sat down on the chair next to him.
However, Bai Huawei didn't continue speaking.
Most of the previous evening, they had discussed only one matter.
