"I'm pretty good." Xia Wanyuan sensed the concern in Wei Zimu's eyes. "What about you?"
Wei Zimu seemed to be especially surprised that Xia Wanyuan would take the initiative to care about him. He could not hide the smile on his face. "I'm quite good, Sister Wanyuan."
As Wei Zimu spoke, he handed a small box to Xia Wanyuan. "This is for you. I heard from the people over there that it's delicious."
Wei Zimu had been on a business trip in Suhang recently. The desserts there were famous for being exquisite. The most famous was the pastry from a hundred-year-old shop, but that shop only provided a hundred boxes a day.
After hearing that, he especially woke up at five in the morning and queued for three hours. Then, he rushed to the airport and brought the dessert back with an ice pack the entire time.
There was still some mist at the edge of the box. It was obvious that he had just taken it out of the ice bag.
