Dr. Qian didn't linger much at Shirley's window as there were others queuing up for food behind him, and after all, the cafeteria was not the place for conversations. Upon Dr. Qian's turning around, Shen Meng caught a glimpse of his face: wearing glasses on his high nose bridge, gentle smile curving at the corners of his mouth, thick brows and phoenix eyes, sharp nose bridge, a lean figure—overall not strikingly outstanding, but still pleasing to look at.
Just as they were almost done with their meals, Shirley, having finished her tasks, also brought over her portion and approached Shen Meng and Cheng Yufen. Before Shirley could speak, Cheng Yufen started making faces and teasing her, causing her cheeks to flush red.
"Cheng, Dr. Cheng, please don't do that, it's quite frightening."
"Hey, come on, tell us what just happened, we all saw it, what were you thinking about Dr. Qian..."
"Cough, cough, cough, Dr. Cheng, what are you talking about, I, I, I, I don't understand!"
