Noodle

Xu Anran had long forgotten how much time had passed. In the morning, she saw that the bandage on Tan Qiuxu's hand had been removed, and the main blade had been restored. Xu Anran was working as her assistant by her side.

"Director, are we still on duty tonight?" Xu Anran followed Tan Qiuxu to the terrace. When Tan Qiuxu heard the voice, he was also startled, but that imposing back of his froze for a while before he turned his head around.

Xu Anran hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Dean, did I scare you?"

Xu Anran held two cans of milk in her hands.

Tan Qiuxu took a jar of milk from Xu Anran's hand and snorted coldly: "Can you scare me? "Not yet!"

Xu Anran asked the question she asked just now, "Are you still on duty tonight?"

"No need, let's go back and rest early." Tan Qiuxu looked into the distance. Xu Anran, too, didn't know what he was looking at.

"Chief, I'll treat you to dinner." Xu Anran said.