"Delivery? What delivery? Who ordered it?"
The young secretary was momentarily stunned and shook her head, "We didn't order it, but the delivery person said it's for you."
Duan Xingzhi was also unsure of what was going on, but suddenly thought, could it be Bai Zhi who ordered it for him? His heart stirred, so he asked her to bring it over.
Looking at the steaming bowl of beef noodles, Duan Xingzhi's heart floated along with the rising steam.
Instead of picking up his chopsticks, he called Bai Zhi first.
When Bai Zhi saw it was a call from him, she hesitated for a moment but still answered, sliding her chair to the side, "What's up?"
"I'm starving, and the beef noodles just arrived."
Duan Xingzhi didn't say anything else; this was actually a kind of test, because he wasn't sure if the noodles were really ordered by her.
For some reason, the tips of Bai Zhi's ears were getting warm, as if something she never wanted to be exposed was brought to light.
