The office door closed, and Huangfu Ye worriedly wanted to take another look. Bai Jingqing patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, Qingxin's noodle is the best medicine for the eldest brother, everything will be fine. Come drink with me."
"What's wrong with you? Why suddenly want to drink?" Huangfu Ye looked back at him and followed his steps.
"I don't know why, but I've been feeling unwell these past two days." Bai Jingqing had nothing to hide from him.
"..."
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Inside the office.
Beiming Han slowly moved the thermos container to his front. He picked up the chopsticks placed beside him and slowly picked up a piece to eat.
The familiar taste instantly awakened his taste buds. He took a bite; it was Xiao Ya's flavor.
He started eating in big bites, greedily indulging, all those beautiful past moments appeared before him, scene after scene played like a movie, even those misunderstandings that had once made both sad felt incredibly beautiful now.
