Lu Jing: "..."
It really was a story of three people, yet he didn't deserve to have a name.
Zhang Lingying ignored Lu Jing's astonished expression and swiftly climbed into Leng Jian's car, buckling her seatbelt.
Food is best when it's warm, and all she could think about now was hurrying to deliver the delicious items in the car to her colleagues in the lab.
Speaking of colleagues, Zhang Lingying suddenly remembered that she had messaged Ji Weitian a long time ago and Ji Weitian seemed to have not replied at all.
She rummaged through her bag for her phone, turned it on, and saw only the message she had sent to Ji Weitian.
She couldn't quite pinpoint what felt odd; usually, when she messaged Ji Weitian, there wouldn't be such a long silence… especially about something as significant as pursuing her crush.
"What are you thinking about?"
