This girl had such a wild imagination.
Han Lie couldn't guess what she was conjuring up now. He just waved his hand in front of her face, amused.
"Hey, wake up, we're here!"
"Ah? Oh, let's go!"
Xi Luting startled awake, then immediately put on a stern face, as if someone owed her eight hundred Dayang.
Just as they entered the door and turned right, they both froze—someone was blocking their way.
Yu Yun was clenching her little fists, glaring at them with gritted teeth, breathing heavily, her chest heaving dramatically.
Xi Luting suddenly remembered that it was Yu Yun's turn to treat that scoundrel Han Lie to breakfast today, but she had intercepted him instead.
She certainly didn't feel guilty, yet she didn't want to argue with Yu Yun in the cafeteria.
So she nodded calmly and greeted her coolly, "You're up? I bumped into Han Lie during my morning run, and we're about to have breakfast together."
Han Lie was even more unfazed, his composure utterly unshakable.
