One o'clock sharp!
Jian Si opened her lunchbox; she had waited for him for another half-hour, but he still hadn't returned—it seemed he really wasn't having lunch.
Just as Jian Si took out her chopsticks, the office door opened, and Nan Zhan's tall and upright figure appeared before her, unable to hide a trace of surprise, she quietly put the chopsticks back.
"Dylan, you're back. Have you eaten?"
Nan Zhan looked over and shook his head: "Did you bring a lunchbox?"
"Yes, I thought you wouldn't return and I was about to eat alone." Jian Si hurriedly took out two lunchboxes and placed them on the coffee table, "Come and eat."
After washing his hands, Nan Zhan sat down, took the chopsticks she handed over, and said as naturally as possible: "Unless something unexpected happens, I always come back for lunch."
Jian Si hummed, "Got it."
"By the way, I need to go to the courthouse this afternoon; do you have any other tasks to do?" Jian Si was clearing the lunchboxes after eating.
