Su Tang was taken aback by the question, but she soon nodded candidly. "Yes, I'm married."
Her gaze was gentle yet distant—the polite demeanor she reserved for strangers.
As Su Tang spoke, the color instantly drained from Mu Tianrui's face. His hand tightened slightly, and his eyes, behind his glasses, were filled with unconcealable disappointment.
He opened his mouth, but it took him a long moment to find his voice. "Oh, I... I see... I'm sorry, I should have asked first. That was presumptuous of me."
For a man she barely knew to ask her out for a meal like that was indeed presumptuous.
Su Tang smiled and shifted the commemorative banner to the corner of her desk. "It's alright. A meal really isn't necessary. Taking care of patients is my duty, and I'm just happy your grandfather is recovering so well."
With things put so plainly, it would be rude for Mu Tianrui to insist.
He managed a weak smile. "Well, you must be busy. I won't disturb you any longer."
