Mo Zhiyun looked at the lunchbox in her hand and was stunned for a while before asking, " why? "
Shen qingbai's expression was calm and did not change at all. &Quot; you're either eating your work meal or takeaway every day at work. You should be tired of it, so I wanted to change your taste. &Quot;
That being said, before accepting him, was it the right thing to do to accept his sacrifice?
&Quot; the clinic isn't that busy recently, and this is a normal social gathering. I'll bring you lunch, and you can give me other things. I won't refuse. &Quot;
Although Shen qingbai was a cold person, he knew his limits and would not burden anyone.
"Alright, thank you for lunch." Mo Zhiyun took the lunchbox, thinking that he would have to return this favor in the future.
"Then I'll go back first."
"You're not going up to sit?" Mo Zhiyun was somewhat surprised.
