Fang Tong shook her head with a smile, "I don't mind, I also prefer Chinese food."
Li Bo Ming handed the menu to Fang Tong, who waved her hand, "You order, I'm not picky."
Li Bo Ming chuckled and ordered several dishes, most of which were Fang Tong's favorites. After all, they had grown up together and eaten at Fang Tong's house a few times, so he naturally knew her preferences.
Fang Tong did not notice this and seemed somewhat preoccupied. Li Bo Ming glanced at her, "Have you been very tired recently?"
Fang Tong made a sound of acknowledgment without hearing clearly what he had said, "Sorry, I was distracted. What did you say?"
Li Bo Ming repeated himself, and Fang Tong shook her head, "No, probably just that I haven't been sleeping well lately, so I might look a little haggard, right?"
"It's not haggardness, but your eyes seem filled with fatigue."
Fang Tong was momentarily startled, then gave a bitter smile. Was her emotional state really so obvious?