There’s no way Boss is just here to deliver food to her. It doesn’t matter what others think; Xie Wanying wouldn’t have such a presumptuous thought. However, before Boss spoke up, she started eating.

Seeing her pick up her chopsticks, Zhang Huayao pulled out a chair and sat down for a breather. This leisurely posture was to watch her finish eating, so he could take the empty insulated container back and report to his mother.

With someone delivering food, Cao Zhao put down the phone and didn’t need to call for takeaway. Suddenly, he thought: Boss Zhang knows she hasn’t eaten and delivered food, but what about his brother?

Upon this thought, Cao Zhao quickly turned around and said to her, "Take your time eating. No need to hurry."

"Yes, don’t choke," Zhang Huayao replied, seemingly unaware of the meaning behind the other’s words.

Xie Wanying didn’t have a habit of gobbling down food; she ate slowly and nodded to her teachers who were advising her.

Cao Zhao realized that her straightforwardness absolutely didn’t catch his underlying meaning, and further reminded her: "Make a call to those who care about you, tell them you have food now."

"Sure," Xie Wanying replied without hesitation, knowing she should call Teacher Lu back to tell him she had eaten.

Seeing her answer too quickly, with an odd expression, Cao Zhao’s face froze as he asked, "Who are you going to call?"

Isn’t she calling Teacher Lu? She can’t let Teacher Lu, who is a patient, worry about her, who isn’t. Xie Wanying’s eyes clearly conveyed this thought.

Cao Zhao instantly felt a rush of laughter trying to escape his lungs, hurriedly turning his back: as if he understood why his brother’s romance seemed to be going off in non-standard procedures.

Just as she was about to pick up the phone to call Teacher Lu, someone dialed her first.

It was Zhao Wenzong calling.

Xie Wanying narrowed her eyes and pressed the call button.

Hearing the click as the phone line connected, Zhao Wenzong’s heart rate jumped to over a hundred beats per minute, trembling as if he might die. He wanted to run, wanted to hang up. Just as his Senior Brother said about him, he was such a hopelessly nice guy, undeserving of her.

But he couldn’t run; if he dared to, even death couldn’t absolve him.

In front of him stood a young doctor with glasses, pale and clean like a gentle scholar, his eyes slightly fierce; this was Senior Brother Huang. What scared him more was another person, crouched cat-like on the opposite stool, curiously examining which deep sin in his heart was causing his nervous twitch.

Huang Zhilei crossed his arms over his chest, snorted through his nose twice.

Senior Cao knew the little junior sister hadn’t eaten dinner and hurried to deliver her some, leaving this task to them: to watch this person confess openly to the little sister. If he dared to accidentally hang up and run away, they would take charge.

No need to worry about the little sister being upset, as Senior Cao was rushing to comfort her.

Zhao Wenzong wiped the sweaty streak from his forehead with the back of his hand and spoke into the phone, "Yingying, it’s me."

"What’s up?" Xie Wanying asked. If he wanted to say he was helping Hu Hao make a call asking her for help, it was unnecessary; Hu Hao had already contacted her properly.

"Well, here’s the thing." Zhao Wenzong struggled to swallow, gasping like a person in a death struggle to say a sentence, "I, I have something, something I must tell you, you have the right to know."

Xie Wanying listened.

"Hu Hao wants to take the child back." Zhao Wenzong spilled the secret in one go, hanging his head down.