"I won't eat!"
Lin Qingya shook her head, but no sooner had the words left her mouth than her stomach betrayed her with a loud, rumbling growl.
She had only had a bowl of millet porridge for breakfast and had been busy working non-stop until the afternoon, skipping lunch and heading straight to a meeting in the Sky Garden conference room. By now, it was evening, and it was no wonder she was hungry.
"The kitchen is there, and the noodles are in the fridge. If you're hungry, just go make some yourself."
Lin Qingya pointed towards the kitchen, intending to leave.
Suddenly, she remembered that her undergarments were still drying on the balcony on the third floor.
No way could she leave those be—lest this fellow took advantage of the situation.
She waited until Han Yu had dashed into the kitchen before she hurriedly slipped on her slippers and went upstairs to gather her clothes.
In the kitchen.
Han Yu found the noodles, eggs, and tomatoes in the fridge.