"Okay, I'll go to work after drinking this glass of milk, and I won't be able to come at noon, hey, it's really hard not to eat here." Yu Qingqing sighed.

"It's not easy? I'll bring you lunch at noon." Zhao Dahu coughed lightly, straightened his back, and he couldn't let go of the opportunity to perform when it came.

"You want to give it?" Yu Qingqing habitually refused.