Qu Chaozong devoured the entire table of dishes, finally cradling the rich beef soup and gulping it down in a few sips. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and sighed in satisfaction, "Ah... full."
Zhang Xin leaned in, helping him wipe the sweat off his forehead, saying with concern, "No one's competing with you to eat, what's the rush?"
Qu Chaozong laughed, "I'm afraid someone might call me any moment."
Zhang Xin folded the napkin and wiped the back of Qu Chaozong's neck, "Have you been exhausted these past few days?"
Qu Chaozong stretched his big hand and directly pulled Zhang Xin into his arms, "It's fine, Shi Yang and the others are at headquarters, so they can't tend to things here at home. Once they return in a few days, it'll be better."
