Giving her a meaningful look, A Qi finally carried the soup inside.
Fu Yihan was in his room. A Qi took the soup in, while Su Qingnuan stood at the door, watching how Fu Yihan reacted as he drank the soup.
Still no expression.
After he finished, Su Qingnuan timidly asked, "Is it good?"
Putting down the empty bowl, Fu Yihan nonchalantly shook his head, "Could be better."
"...What would you like to drink tomorrow? I'll try harder!"
Fu Yihan furrowed his brow in thought for a moment, then said, "Let's have pig trotter soup then."
"Okay!"
Su Qingnuan smiled as she took the bowl from A Qi.
The moment the bowl was in her hand, it started to shake, the empty bowl and the spoon inside clattering.
A Qi frowned, "Young Madam, what's wrong with your hand?"
"It's nothing." Su Qingnuan quickly steadied her hand, smiling, "Maybe I've just been too tired lately."
"Too tired?" A Qi asked suspiciously, "You're just interns. Does the company have such strict requirements for interns?"
