"You rascal, looking like death warmed over and you still haven't forgotten to eat," the AI customer service chimed in her mind.
Before the policewoman could ask Deng Yuyuan what she wanted to eat, Zhang Ci Hao ran over, panting. He carried a food container holding a bowl of porridge, soy milk, meat buns, and a boxed meal of minced pork and eggplant that he had bought from outside, letting Deng Yuyuan choose.
Deng Yuyuan took a large meat bun and nibbled on it, holding it with both hands. Her pale face was whiter than the dough, and the large bun covered more than half of her visage.
Zhang Ci Hao picked up the soy milk and brought it to her lips, letting her take a sip to warm her stomach first.
"Are you her boyfriend?" the policewoman stepped forward warmly. Having a partner by her side might make Deng Yuyuan feel more secure.
