Qin Huai is feeling anxious right now.
He didn't show it, just silently anxious.
Because of the anxiety, he didn't really want to return to the hotel; he wanted to find someone to talk to and relieve his anxiety. Otherwise, he feared he might fail at the critical moment tomorrow.
"Do you have something troubling you?"
Just as Qin Huai was pondering what lie to make up while chatting awkwardly with Zheng Siyuan, who doesn't enjoy talking, for an hour at Zheng Siyuan's house, Zheng Siyuan spoke up first.
"Huh?"
"You seem a bit absent-minded. Just now, Dong Shi told you so much gossip, and you didn't react much," Zheng Siyuan said. "Did you encounter problems while making snacks?"
"No, I was thinking about Huihui's birthday tomorrow."
"This birthday... is very important to Huihui."
Zheng Siyuan was silent for dozens of seconds. Just as Qin Huai was preparing to change the topic, Zheng Siyuan hesitantly asked, "Is Huihui... sick?"
