Seeing Yu Qiao Qiao's reply, Chen Yan sent back, "Alright, I'll come pick you up later."
After that, Chen Yan thought for a moment and added another line, "Eat less, or you won't have room for dinner tonight."
...
Meanwhile, at Qin Island University's cafeteria.
Yu Qiao Qiao was stuffing rice into her cheeks with gusto.
Her munching face was like that of a hamster.
"Ding-dong."
Hearing the sound of WeChat, Yu Qiao Qiao picked up the mobile phone that Chen Yan had given her before and glanced at it.
"Eat less, or you won't have room for dinner tonight."
Upon seeing the WeChat message, Yu Qiao Qiao, with her mouth full, paused mid-chew.
She looked at the remaining tomato-covered rice on her plate and then at Chen Yan's message, feeling torn inside...
...
At 6:30, after finishing his work, Chen Yan tidied up his desk, put on his jacket, and left the company.
