When he looked up again, An Xi had already run out of the office. He touched the lunch box, which was still warm… this thermal lunch box was quite fancy…
In good spirits, Yan Qing set his files aside and began eating.
Meanwhile, An Xi walked to the hot beverage station, humming, with her cup in hand.
Suddenly, someone bumped into her from behind… An Xi stumbled forward a few steps, steadying herself on a table. Turning around, she saw it was Lin Fei Fei again.
“Sorry, An Xi,” Lin Fei Fei said softly, hands in her pockets, looking somewhat at a loss.
“…It’s nothing,” An Xi replied, continuing to choose her hot drink. Though Yan Qing wanted coffee, she thought milk might be better…
Unnoticed, Lin Fei Fei’s face showed a strange smile before quickly turning and leaving.
Lin Fei Fei entered the women’s restroom, carefully closing the door before pulling her hand out of her jacket pocket… holding An Xi’s phone.
She had been observing An Xi for days, noting her habit of keeping her phone in her right pocket, which allowed her to successfully steal it.
Lin Fei Fei opened the phone. The screen lit up, showing a photo of An Xi and Yan Qing dining together. An Xi was smiling brightly, and Yan Qing, who had never smiled at her before, looked gentle in the image.
How jealous… so jealous… she really wanted it…
— And this photo was as glaring as the summer sunlight she hated most.
Forget it, I’ll just accept this surprise… Yan Qing thought to himself and started the car again. From here, there seemed to be a shortcut to that house… It would probably take about forty more minutes to get there.
