Qin Yang looked at one of the two letters, his eyes tender, and gave a sound of acknowledgment, seemingly agreeing with what Li Wei had said.
Li Wei drew in a breath of cool air and thought, no, he couldn't stay with this guy any longer. He turned his head and saw Zhang Dawei, who was about to get lunch, and raised the letter in his hand.
"Da Wei, are you getting lunch? Man, I got so caught up with this letter I almost missed lunchtime. You go ahead and save me a spot; I'll grab my food container. Can you believe my wife, that spendthrift woman, is always writing letters, letter after letter, all clingy, what is there to talk about all day long..."
The bewildered Zhang Dawei who was called out scratched his head, not understanding even after the other man walked away.
Just as he was about to move on, he saw Qin Yang coming over, "Mr. Qin, since when do we need to save spots to eat in the cafeteria?"
Not many people dine in the cafeteria anyway—most get their meals to go.
