Xu Shu pressed down on her chopsticks and glanced into the bowl. "Don't like it?"
"No, I'm full, I really can't eat anymore. Brother Shu, help me finish it."
Xu Shu hummed, picked up the stuffed winter melon and ate it.
As they were talking, a call came in on his phone. He had just picked up and said a couple of sentences when Xu Tingting shot a look over.
The disappointment between her brows and eyes was hard to hide.
Xu Shu didn't look at her, yet he knew perfectly well what expression she was making. He pinched her cheek and said to everyone, "There's a last-minute surgery and they're short-handed. I have to go back."
Bo Yanching stood up. "I'll drive you."
He hadn't been drinking, and Xu Shu hadn't driven here either, so Xu Shu agreed.
"I'll be back soon. Have some pastry and wait for me." Bo Yanching bent down at just the right angle, speaking in a warm, gentle tone, and casually set the caramel milk tofu in front of Nan Jiaojiao.
