Duan Ye continued his frantic chatter: "Qing Yuan, that name sounds so familiar... Xingxing, who is she? Should I know her?"
Nanxing gripped her chopsticks tightly: "She's my boss, but you injured your head, so you might have forgotten."
Duan Ye: "Oh, your boss? I think I've met him before. Are we on good terms?"
Nanxing frowned and put a piece of meat on his plate: "Let's eat first."
"It seems your relationship isn't very good. You don't even want to mention it. Do you hate her that much? What will I do if I run into her in the future?"
Nanxing slammed her hand on the table: "Duan Ye, do you care about her that much?"
Duan Ye almost overturned his bowl, and hugged it tightly with lingering fear. He looked at her with a somewhat inexplicable gaze: "Who do you care about? Isn't it because I care about you? I want to know more about you. Why do you always get angry? You weren't like this before."
Nanxing stared at Duan Ye for a long time, and finally couldn't stand it anymore. She took her phone and deleted the post from her Moments.
"It was my oversight. Let's eat."
Duan Ye wanted to ask more, but Nan Xing said, "Please, just shut up, okay?"
She was in a good mood today and didn't want to be disturbed by Duan Ye.
Duan Ye looked at her, gave a cold laugh, but quickly returned to normal.
"With your emotions so unstable, it's no wonder I've forgotten what happened between us and I resist your touch. Can't you look for the problem within yourself?"
Nanxing was so angry that her face turned ashen again. She put down her bowl and said, "You eat it yourself. I'm full."
Nanxing went upstairs, with Duan Ye following behind: "Are you full already? Don't you want some more?"
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