The Middle East Needed an Instructor

When Tang Rui got up the next morning, Li Shuyao was still sleeping.

"I'm going to work," Tang Rui announced.

Li Shuyao turned over in a daze and ignored him.

Tang Rui finished his morning routine, changed his clothes, picked up the white shirt from the ground, threw it into the washing machine, and then headed out.

Amid his journey... 

He drove while lost in thought.

However, there was nothing to hide.

That white shirt was really eye-catching.

Soon after, Tang Rui arrived at the company.

As soon as he entered, he resumed assembling the drones.

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.

When Tang Rui returned home that night, he found Li Shuyao waiting for him on the sofa.

"You're back. Wash your hands and eat. I've prepared dinner."

"I'm not hungry."

"Hmm?"

"I'm really upset right now."

Tang Rui didn't say anything more. He simply carried Li Shuyao upstairs.