Gao Yuan quietly watched Li Mengqing finish her meal. She ate everything, not picking at her food.
After he put the lunchbox away, he didn't make a move to leave, and Li Mengqing didn't ask him to go. She just lowered her head, absentmindedly wringing her hands.
The two of them remained silent, and the atmosphere in the office grew a little awkward.
Finally, Gao Yuan was the one to break the silence.
He'd been watching her hands for a while and noticed she was constantly wringing them. 'It's not even cold in this office.'
Gao Yuan hesitated slightly. "What's wrong with your hands?"
"It's nothing. I've had to do a lot of styling these past few days, so they're just a little sore."
The moment the words left her mouth, Li Mengqing regretted it.
'Why couldn't I stop myself from telling him?'
A vexed expression appeared on her face; her usually cool, aloof features were now marred by a tight frown.
