957 A Sad Figure

Although Zhao Ying believed in Wang Xiaoyan's explanation, she still felt a little uncomfortable. She had not eaten a bowl of noodles with Yang Ming. Zhao Ying did not know what to say if she kept staying here. Therefore, she made an excuse and stood up. "I have to go to school. You guys can continue. I am in a hurry..."

"Why don't you let me drive you in a while?" asked Yang Ming quickly.

"It's fine. I am taking the subway. I have a season ticket." Zhao Ying shook her head, and she made her expression look normal. "I am leaving then. You two can enjoy the food."

"Goodbye, Sister Ying..." Wang Xiaoyan waved her hand at Zhao Ying and spoke.

Zhao Ying nodded and left the noodle restaurant.

"Ai!" Wang Xiaoyan sighed. She picked up the chopsticks from the table and reached over to Yang Ming's bowl. "Let me take some bites... Aiya, how can you eat so fast? How are there so few noodles left?"