Good, cooking is not fun_1

Other medical staff were in the break room, chatting and having dinner, casting sneaky glances at Nian Yuyu that made her feel like there were thorns on her back.

She subtly gripped her phone tighter, stood up, and tried to act as if nothing had happened.

"It's almost eight o'clock, aren't you supposed to make your rounds?"

"I'll go home first."

Her considerate words hid her desire to escape.

Chu You's thin lips slightly parted, his deep gaze falling on her, inexplicably tinged with a chill.

"No rush," he caught her wrist, "it's not even half-past seven yet."

"Come to my office with me first."

He pulled her along and walked out of the break room.

Yuyu muttered, her guilt prevailing and preventing her from speaking any words of rebuttal.

The prying eyes that clung to them were cut off once they left the room, the corridor bustling with people who all looked their way openly.