"Cough, cough, time to go, hurry up, maybe we can still catch breakfast."
When talking about last night, Lin Miaoke became somewhat incoherent.
What does it mean not to refuse? If we continue talking, he'll definitely suspect something, right? But judging by his eyes, it seems like he's already realized it.
"When will you stay over again... I promise you won't be disappointed."
Disappointed? What nonsense? Ah... this guy, he really has found out.
"What next time? There won't be a next time? Absolutely not... let's go."
Looking embarrassed and blushing, Lin Miaoke set out again in the police uniform Xiaofan had hung up for her last night.
Inside the offices of Eastern Cuisine Magazine.
The literary folks had already arrived at the company early in the morning. Some were reviewing manuscripts, others collecting submissions online, each busy with their work. For Ye Xiaofan and Lin Miaoke walking into the company, they seemed to be somewhat ignored.
