Good food always lifts people's spirits.
After eating hometown food, Wang Xin was visibly in a much better mood.
"Thank you guys." She suddenly said.
"What's this about?" Huang Han joked.
"Just a little food treat and you're being so polite? Aren't we good classmates and friends?"
"Of course...yes. Okay, I won't say much more. I was just a bit unfocused earlier, but I'm completely fine now." Wang Xin showed a relieved smile.
Since she didn't want to elaborate, everyone just shared a knowing smile.
After the late-night snack, the three were planning to head home.
But when Wang Xin's phone rang, she quickly said goodbye and left.
"What's that about?" Sun Dasheng asked.
Huang Han seemed unfazed, as if this was not the first or second time it had happened, "It's a hospital emergency call."
"Uh...so they're basically on 24/7 call?" Sun Dasheng was quite surprised: "Isn't that worse than those 996 or 007 corporate slaves?"
