Nalan Ye Jue calmly added more dishes for her.
A chopstick full of Jiangnan snow cabbage and green soybeans.
One Southern jade shrimp dumpling.
A spoon of quinoa blueberry chickpea salad.
Qin Xin finally looked up: "I can't eat anymore..."
Nalan Ye Jue handed her a cup of freshly squeezed mixed fruit juice: "Don't rush, have a drink and eat slowly. Breakfast is the source of a day's nutrition."
Qin Xin helplessly tried two more bites.
The food was indeed exquisite and delicious.
But, the phone started buzzing again.
She had to split her attention to check it.
This morning, she was being contacted by many people, each seeming desperately anxious.
Hong Jingtian, who hadn't been in touch for a long time, urgently reported that somehow news of her performing surgery on Si Moyu had leaked, and the Red Society had been constantly under surveillance by an unseen force, several colleagues have been caught and interrogated about Queen's whereabouts.
